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THE CHANNEL ISLANDS 



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BY 



C. J. METCALFE, Junr, 



512SitI) Illustrations. 




LONDON: 
SIMPKIN, MAESHALL, AND CO. 

SOUTHAMPTON : FORBES AND MARSHALL. 
GUERNSEY : HENRY REDSTONE. 

1852. 






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PREFACE 



The Channel Islands, whether we consider the salubrity 
of their climate, the varied beauties of their scenery, 
the fertility of their soil, or the important part they 
have sustained in the history of our country, deserve 
a better acquaintance, and a higher appreciation, than 
from their isolated position they have hitherto enjoyed. 
Although the first authentic mention of them appears 
to be in Caesar's Commentaries, Book VI., as a place of 
refuge for a General, and his partizans, who fled from 
the neighbouring coast of Gaul, yet the remains of 
undoubtedly Celtic origin, both in coins, and in the 
temples for religious worship, sufficiently attest their 
colonization at a much earlier period. 

Under Octavius Caesar, Gaul was divided into pro- 
vinces, and Normandy subdivided into presidencies, and 



vi PREFACE. 

these, ivith the inhabitants of the Islands lying near them, 
were known in Celtic Gaul under the name of " The 
League of the Eleven Cities." In the reign of Ludo- 
vicus Pius, son of Charlemagne, about A.D. 837, a series 
of incursions on the west coast of France commenced, 
which continued without intermission during a period 
of nearly eighty years, when a treaty was concluded, 
A.D. 912, by Charles the Simple, withEollo their chief- 
tain, by which Charles gave him his daughter in mar- 
riage, and ceded to him Normandy and the Channel 
Islands, as a fief of the Crown of France. But although 
the leader of a piratical band, the character and conduct 
of Eollo in the administration of justice appear to have 
been remarkable for strictness and impartiality. Whe- 
ther originating in his own appointment, or from a 
veneration for his name, is uncertain, but a singular 
custom prevailed during his lifetime, of appealing to 
him, however distant he might be, in cases of oppression 
or encroachment ; and the custom exists to this day 
in the Channel Islands. On bended knee and bare- 
headed, the plaintiff calls thrice on the name of the 
Duke, " Haro, Haro, Haro, a l'aide, mon prince ! " 
signifying, " Rollo, my prince, succour me ! " The 
clameur de Haro, as it is termed, is tantamount to a 



PREFACE. vii 

summary injunction to stay proceedings, and is exercised 
by the person who conceives that his land is infringed 
upon by another ; the party so infringing is bound to 
respect the clameur at his peril, and to desist until the 
matter in dispute has been judicially decided. His- 
torians mention a remarkable instance of the efficacy of 
the clameur, at the interment of William the Conqueror, 
in the great abbey of St. Stephen, at Caen. When 
William built that abbey, he pulled down several houses, 
and did not compensate all the owners. Ascelin, one 
of these, as the corpse was about to be lowered into the 
ground, stepped forward and exercised the clameur, 
saying, " I appeal to Eollo, the father and founder of 
our nation, who, though dead, lives in his laws" His 
claim was immediately investigated and allowed, none 
offering him any violence for interrupting the ceremony, 
but all respecting the Haro. 

On the conquest of England by William Duke of 
Normandy, these Islands came under his dominion, and, 
from that period to the present time, the inhabitants 
have always proved themselves the valiant defenders 
and devoted subjects of Britain. In the reign of King 
John, Philip Augustus made two sudden incursions 
upon them, but was repulsed with so much vigour by 



viii PREFACE. 

the natives, that, on the King's arrival with timely aid, 
he granted them a body of constitutions, the foundation 
of all their privileges and immunities, as a mark of his 
royal satisfaction at this display of their loyalty. In the 
6th year of his reign, when Normandy was wrested from 
him by the French, Sir Reginald de Carteret, Seigneur 
of St. Ouen in Jersey, was deprived of his lordship of 
Carteret, and other estates in that country, though far 
more valuable than his property in Jersey, remaining 
fixed in his allegiance to England. In the reign of 
Edward III. the Islands were again invaded by the 
French, who took Guernsey, and placed Hugh Queriet 
in Castle Cornet as governor. The Island remained in 
their possession about two years, when, a.d. 1341, it 
was recovered by the squadron of Sir Robert Morley. 
In 1347 the Castle of Mont Orgueil, Jersey, was be- 
sieged, but valiantly, and effectually, defended by Sir 
Reginald de Carteret and his seven sons, who were all 
knighted by the King in one day. In the reign of 
Henry VI. the French obtained possession, by treachery, 
of Mont Orgueil Castle. It would appear, that they 
retained possession of six of the parishes of the Island 
for six years, the other six, under the leadership of 
Sir Philip de Carteret, remaining stedfast to England. 



PREFACE. ix 

In the beginning of the reign of Edward IV. it was 
retaken by the combined energies of the Islanders and 
the British fleet, under the command of Vice- Admiral 
Sir Richard Harliston. In the reign of Edward VI. the 
Island of Sark was seized by a French squadron, which 
also made unsuccessful attempts on Guernsey and Jersey ; 
but, in the following reign, it was recovered by stratagem. 
According to the account of Sir Walter Raleigh, governor 
of Jersey about fifty years afterwards, a gentleman of 
the Netherlands anchored in the road with one ship, 
and, pretending that the merchant who had freighted it 
had died on board, requested permission of the French 
to bury him in consecrated ground, and in the chapel 
of the Island. This request was complied with, on con- 
dition that they should not land with any weapon, not 
so much even as a knife. All this was assented to ; and 
it was further agreed on the part of the Flemings, in 
return for the favour granted, that the French should 
possess themselves of the commodities on board. These 
preliminaries arranged, a coffin, not containing a dead 
body, but swords, targets, and arquebuses, was put into 
the boat. On landing, the French searched the mourners 
so rigidly, that they could not have concealed a pen- 
knife. With some difficulty, the coffin was drawn up 



x PREFACE. 

the rocks, and, while a party of the French took their 
boat to board their vessel, the Flemings conveyed the 
coffin to the chapel ; where, having closed the doors, 
they armed themselves and fell upon the French, who 
ran down to the beach, calling on their companions on 
board the Flemish vessel, to come to their assistance ; 
but, on the return of the boat, they found it filled with 
Flemings, who, uniting with their countrymen, soon 
effected the complete capture of the Island. 

During the Parliamentary wars, Jersey and Guernsey 
took opposite views of that unhappy conflict between 
the King and his people — Jersey strenuously upholding 
the royal cause, and Guernsey that of the parliament ; 
but yet so strong was the attachment of the governor 
of the latter, Sir Peter Osborne, to the unfortunate 
House of Stuart, that he suffered a blockade in Castle 
Cornet of nearly nine years, viz. from March 1643, to 
December 1651, rather than desert, what he conscien- 
tiously believed to be, a righteous cause. Jersey afforded 
a refuge to Prince Charles, afterwards King Charles II., 
during his father's disastrous reign. He again visited 
that Island after his accession to the throne, on the 17th 
September 1649 ; and after the Eestoration conferred 
upon it many marks of his royal favour : presenting to 



PREFACE. xi 

the Bailiff and Magistrates a silver mace, with the in- 
scription — 

" Tali hand omnes dignantur honore ; " 

and appointing Sir George Carteret, who had long, and 
vigorously, defended Elizabeth Castle from the Parlia- 
mentary forces, to the dignity of Chamberlain of the 
Household. Nothing of importance afterwards occurred 
to disturb the peace of the Islands, until the reign of 
George III., when two attempts were made on Jersey ; 
the first in 1779, under the Prince of Nassau, but the 
fleet could not effect a landing. The last was in Janu- 
ary 1781, under the Baron de Eullecourt. His troops 
originally amounted to two thousand men, but, some of 
his transports being dispersed by tempests, and others 
wrecked, not more than 700 effected a landing, on the 
evening of the 5th of January. Under cover of the 
night, they easily secured the town of St. Helier, and 
took prisoner Major Moses Corbet, the lieutenant- 
governor. He, however, found means to send informa- 
tion to the commander of the troops, stationed in different 
parts of the Island ; and the regular troops, under Major 
Pierson of the 95th regiment, uniting with the militia, 
the contending parties came to a decisive engagement, 



xii PREFACE. 

in which, both the invading General, and the gallant 
Major Pierson, were slain. Thus terminated the last 
aggressive movement on these Islands, by our powerful 
rival ; though rival now, we trust, no more, except in 
the peaceful tournament of industry. 

The scenery of the principal Islands is so essentially 
different from each other, that a fair comparison could 
scarcely be instituted, and the decision must be left to 
the peculiar taste of the visitor. The first view of 
Guernsey, on the approach from England, is by no means 
inviting, the eye resting upon a line of flat coast to the 
N.E. of the Island, and destitute of verdure ; but when 
the voyager turns the point round the Vale Castle, and 
enters St. Peter's Bay, a scene of great beauty bursts 
upon the view. The Islands of Sark, Herm, and Jethou 
on the left, the town of St. Peter Port rising from the 
sea to the summit of a high hill, flanked on the right by 
Fort George, with old Castle Cornet standing out as an 
advanced guard, are most imposing. The most beautiful 
points of view are only accessible on foot, though a drive 
through St. Andrew's Valley, or the Talbot Road, King's 
Mills, St. Saviour's, Pleinmont, and Rocquaine Bay, 
would well repay the most fastidious. The sea-views 
are finer and more frequent than in Jersey ; and though 



PREFACE. xiii 

not so well wooded as the sister Island, it is in its own 
peculiar style equally interesting. 

Nothing perhaps of the kind can exceed the grandeur 
of the coast scenery of Jersey in approaching St. Helier, 
especially in passing the Corbieres, a fantastic group of 
rocks which forms the south-western extremity of the 
Island. You pass the lovely bay of St. Brelade, and, 
after rounding Noirmont, the bay of St. Aubin, with its 
varied beauties, produces an effect almost overpowering. 
The town of St. Helier, on its right extremity, protected 
by Fort Eegent, built on the ancient Mont de la Ville, 
150 feet high ; Elizabeth Castle, hard by which stands 
to this day the rocky cell of that venerable hermit St. 
Helerius, with the striking contrasts of rugged rocks 
and smiling pastures, — all these form a coup oVoeil which 
must be seen to be conceived of. Inland, long lanes com- 
pletely arched with trees of great beauty, — romantic 
valleys, as that of St. Peter's, bounded by woodland 
heights, and watered throughout by a gurgling stream, — 
cannot but excite the highest admiration in all, who 
have an eye to see, and a heart to appreciate, the beauties 
of nature. 

But what shall we say of Sark, within the narrow 
boundaries of which, the varied forms of beauty, and of 



xiv PREFACE. 

grandeur, with which the other Islands abound, appear 
concentrated? Its tall, and almost perpendicular, cliffs, 
indented with sea-worn caverns, suggestive of dark 
scenes in the days of piracy and smuggling, — its quiet 
little bays, and the interior diversified with hill and 
dale, clothed with verdure, and woods of beech and 
poplar, together with those wild freaks of nature, the 
Creux Terrible and the Coupee, — cannot fail to strike 
the beholder with mingled admiration and awe. 

In common with other spots, shut out from much in- 
tercourse with the world around them, great ignorance, 
and superstition, have undoubtedly prevailed, scarcely 
dispersed, especially in the country parishes, by the 
increasing light of modern times ; the belief in the fairy 
race, both good and evil ; diablerie, or the bodily ap- 
pearances of the devil ; and, to a certain extent, in 
witchcraft, still prevailing. The mania, which prevailed 
in the early part of the 17 th century, for burning witches, 
extended to these Islands ; and from the records of the 
Royal Court of Guernsey, it appears that, in the years 
1598 to 1634, nine women and two men were bar- 
barously executed, after having confessions wrung from 
them by torture. Great attention is, however, now paid to 
the subject of education ; and this, together with increased 



PREFACE. xv 

facilities of communication, will, we trust, speedily 
eradicate all traces of superstition with its attendant 
cruelties. Elizabeth College was founded by that 
learned queen, in consequence of the deplorable igno- 
rance occasioned by a long reign of darkness and perse- 
cution ; but until the year 1823, when the present 
edifice was erected, the inhabitants scarcely availed 
themselves of the privilege. Three scholarships were 
founded in the University of Oxford by Charles I. for 
the advantage of those born in the Islands of Jersey and 
Guernsey alternately, to which two more were added in 
the reign of his son and successor by George Morley, 
Bishop of Winchester, from which several distinguished 
natives of both Islands have profited. The present 
Eegius Professor of Hebrew in the University of Cam- 
bridge, the Eev. Dr. Jeremie, is a native of Guernsey, 
and received his education at Elizabeth College ; while 
the name of Sir John Jeremie, another eminent Guern- 
seyman, and late Governor of Sierra Leone, prematurely 
cut off in the midst of his philanthropic labours in the 
cause of the deeply injured sons of Africa, is one de- 
servedly dear to every heart that throbs with sympathy 
for suffering humanity. 

But it would far exceed the due limits of these intro- 



xvi PREFACE. 

cluctory observations, were we even to glance at the 
distinguished men who have risen to eminence in the 
army, the navy, the Church, or diplomatic services, 
nurtured amid the beauties, and sublimities, of these dis- 
tant Isles ; and if they cannot boast of early literary 
celebrity, it must be attributed to their isolated position, 
and the frequent political changes to which they have 
been subjected, rather than to any want of innate mental 
vigour, which, when brought out by favourable circum- 
stances, will bear advantageous comparison with the 
natives of more favoured lands. 

In the prosecution of his labours, the author would 
acknowledge his obligations, for much valuable informa- 
tion, to Syvret's " Chronique des lies ; " Duncan's 
" History of Guernsey ; " Bedstone's c( Eoyal Guide to 
Guernsey ; " " Eecollections of Sark ; " Tupper's 
" Chronicles of Castle Cornet ; " " Cassarea ; " "A 
Week in Jersey ; " and " The Fortress." 



CONTENTS 



PAGE 
THE BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE 1 

THE WHITE HORSE 53 

THE LADY OF ST. OUEN 71 

THE CAPTURE, IMPRISONMENT, AND ESCAPE OF MESSRS. 

CAREY, DE BEAUVOIR, AND DE HAVILLAND . . 83 

ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS 117 

THE SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN 131 

GAULTIER DE LA SALLE 151 

LA HOUGUE BIE 157 

THE DOMAILLERIE 165 

ST. GEORGE'S WELL 175 

NOTES 185 

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. 



ST. OUEN'S MANOR HOUSE to face page 1 

MONT ORGUEIL CASTLE ,, 53 

CASTLE CORNET ,, 83 

HAVRE GOSSELIN ,, 131 

LA HOUGUE BIE ,, 157 

ST. GEORGE'S WELL, WITH RUINS OF CHAPEL . „ 175 



THE 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 



AN HISTORICAL TRADITION OF JERSEY. 



WITH hoof of horse, and trumpet's clang, 
St. Ouen's ancient turrets rang ; 
And many a motley group was found, 
That morn, within its ample bound : 
For chiefs of old, well known to fame, 
Who trembled at De Breze's name, 
Though enviously, in times of peace, 
They saw De Cart'ret's wealth increase, 
Now cluster' d round, in dire alarm, 
For succour to that stalwart arm. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

The beacon, blazing on the height, 

Proclaim'd the foeman's host in sight; 

It lighted up the vet'ran's eye 

With all the pride of chivalry; 

And, springing up with fiery glance, 

"Brethren! we scorn the pow'r of France 

" To arms ! to arms ! my vassals all, 

" Obedient to your leader's call, 

" And at the foe defiance fling; 

" Strike for your Charter, and your King. 

" My son, to Grosnez straight proceed, 

" From thence our own retainers lead ; 

" Nor till you reach Helerius stay, 

" And wait me at La Halle au Ble. 

" My gentle nieces, tend with care 

" De Senmaresq's afflicted heir, 

" And the high aid of Heav'n invoke, 

" To free us from the Tyrant's yoke ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" That peace, once more, may bless our Isle, 
" Again may plenteous harvests smile, 
" And, under Edward's genial reign, 
" Our ancient laws intact remain." 



Thus having said, rode forth the Knight, 

Well clad in suit of armour bright ; 

And long the serfs recall'd with pride 

The noble brow, the forehead wide, 

While he his few brief orders gave, 

And cried, " May God King Edward save ! " 

But when he pass'd the manor's bound, 

The arch with antique sculptures crown'd, 

They gave a shout, so loud and clear, 

De Breze might have quail'd to hear. 

A plumed riding cap he wore, 

His squire behind his helmet bore ; 

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BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

He gave his mettled steed the rein, 
And gallop' d briskly o'er the plain. 
But oft he'd check his courser fleet, 
When he a frighten'd band would meet 
Of serfs, who sought, that fearful day, 
To find protection at Grosnez. 
With kindly accents he would cheer, 
And bid them merge each rising fear 
In joy, that now the hour drew nigh 
For vengeance on their enemy ; 
Then lightly press'd his Rolla's side, 
And bounded o'er the champaign wide. 



Anon, he sought a quiet glade, 
Which flow'ring limes perfume and shade 
With sycamores of liveliest green, — 
It was a cool, delicious scene : 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Slowly arose the wreathing smoke, 
The stream alone the silence broke, 
That water'd that sequester'd dell, 
On which the morning sunbeams fell. 
And now the lark's sweet note was heard, 
Rousing to song each tuneful bird, 
Till all, in one full chorus, raise 
Their tribute to their Maker's praise : 
They ceas'd at length, and then again 
Silence profound resum'd her reign. 



The calm repose of Nature quell'd 
The pride which erst his bosom swell'd ; 
He check'd his steed, while o'er his soul 
Thoughts of sad melancholy stole. 
The fight, with all its glories, wore 
An aspect quite unknown before. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" Perchance," thought he, "the ev'ning gale 

" May bear the sorrowing orphan's wail, 

" And many a woman weep in vain 

" O'er husbands, sons, and brethren slain : 

" But surely Heav'n our cause will bless, 

" And crown our arms with good success, 

" Since we, in self-defence, unite, — 

" For hearths, and homes, compell'd to fight." 



But while such thoughts possess'd his mind, 
He left the peaceful scene behind ; 
The calm of that secluded spot, 
'Mid active cares, was soon forgot ; 
And when he saw the bleating sheep, 
Untended, in their pastures keep, 
And lowing kine, with looks sedate, 
Vainly the milkmaid's office wait, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA V1LLE. 

His martial ardour all return'd, 
With indignation just he burn'd, 
And long'd, in battle, for the weak 
A terrible revenge to seek. 

Full soon a vision touch'd him sore — 
Cluster'd around each cottage door, 
That morning, scar'd in wild dismay 
From their accustom' d tasks away, 
Stood those who woke the hills with song, 
As through the vale they wound along ; 
Disconsolate, in crowds they kept, 
And all in sad communion wept. 

Soon as their Seigneur came in sight, 
They hail'd his advent with delight; 
And hasten'd forth the Knight to meet, 
And with respectful welcome greet. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

His bosom rose with honest pride, 

While courteously he thus replied: 

" Wives, daughters, sisters of the brave, 

" I come your timely aid to crave ; 

" Let aged sires, with hoary head, 

" Whose martial fire long since hath fled ; 

" And striplings gay, whose tender age 

" Forbids in battle to engage ; 

" With all who have, or nerve, or skill, 

" To fire an arquebus at will, 

" All to the town in haste repair, 

" And learn the part which waits you there,- 

" Your country calls — nor need you fear 

" More risk than by remaining here. 

" All who by me resolve to stand, 

" In token raise to Heav'n your hand." 

'Mid loyal shouts, the most obey'd, 

And instant preparation made : 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

He saw, amidst that feeble band, 
The ready mind, the active hand ; 
And, cheering on his gallant steed, 
He reach' d Helerius with speed. 



Collected, calm, behold the Knight 
Alone ascend the neighbouring height ; 
And, taking a minute survey, 
To D'Anneville's tent he wends his way ; 
And with that trusty friend and true 
Made promptly all arrangements due. 
Quickly, spread out in martial pride, 
De Breze's hosts the chiefs espied ; 
At distance brief a halt they made, 
And there a flag of truce display'd. 
Sir Philip well the end foreknew, — 
The sequel proved his prescience true ; 



10 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

And ere the enemy he met, 

His forces thus in order set: — 

The right must to the Mount proceed, 

To aid the bowmen in their need. 

De Rozel and Meleche command 

This small, but most determin'd band; 

While those who his left wing compos' d 

Must march into a field enclos'd, 

That so they may the ground maintain 

Which marks the bound' ry of the plain. 

St. Ouen's lord their centre led, 

Of all the Isle the chosen head ; 

For none, in danger's hour, might dare 

With brave De Cart'ret to compare : 

Nor, from the annals of the day, 

Be lost the Chief of Trinite, 

Who, clad in coat of mail, appear'd ; 

His coal-black charger proudly rear'd, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 11 

Long'd in the conflict to be found, 
And paw'd, impatiently, the ground. 
Should we of minor Seigneurs tell, 
That host too much our roll would swell. 
All breasts with patriot ardour glow, 
All hasten on to meet the foe ; 
Who now, at least two thousand strong, 
In ranks unbroken, march'd along. 



De Breze then, the Gallic chief, 
With Nenfant held communion brief, 
A craven soul, whose lust of pelf 
Made him forget his nobler self, 
And sacrifice the Island's weal 
To justify a Traitor's zeal. 
As Scots, when Southron bands invade, 
A firm, unyielding front display'd, 



12 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

De Breze saw, with mute surprise, 
The bristling hosts before him rise ; 
While wav'd aloft each banner high, 
As if th' usurper to defy ; 
And proudly, by the breeze outspread, 
The British Lion rear'd his head ; 
Yet chose to laugh, as if in scorn, 
The flag of truce now forward borne ; 
De Breze's Squire came forth to meet, 
And courteously the Knight to greet ; 
And, leaning on his arm the while, 
Was seen the Bailli of the Isle : 
Sir Philip, e'en in danger's hour, 
Could ne'er resist the comic pow'r ; 
And when in terror, doubt, and shame, 
The hapless dignitary came, 
Twirling a roll 'twixt thumb and finger, 
While, on his lips, words seem'd to linger, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 13 

Which utt'rance sought to find in vain, 
He could not then a smile restrain. 



The haughty Frenchman silence broke 

At length, and thus imperious spoke : 

" Let all the serfs who hear me now, 

" This moment to their conqu'ror bow, 

" For none who still defiance dare 

" May hope his clemency to share." 

" Conqu'ror, forsooth ! " with look of pride, 

And thund'ring voice, St. Ouen cried, — 

" We know of none ; our Island never 

" From England's realm shall aught dissever ; 

" No ruler we acknowledge now, 

" Save Edward, on whose gracious brow 

" Long may the crown securely sit ! 

" To him we '11 duteously submit. 



14 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" Return, Sir Herald, and from me 

" Your valiant Captain tell' that he 

" Who would the Victor's laurel wear 

" Must first the Soldier's conflicts share." 

" Sir Knight, 'tis done, for at this hour 

" Mont Orgueil's Fort is in his pow'r ; 

" Nor only so, — but all the Isle 

" Your Captain yielded up ere while, 

" With all who to it appertain ; 

" Resistance would be worse than vain : 

" The great de Breze can afford 

" Vast privileges to accord 

" To all who cast their arms away, 

" And will to France their homage pay." 

Then taking from the Bailli's grasp — 

Who seem'd in very fear to gasp — 

The parchment, did the Squire present, 

A most disgraceful document ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

'Twas sign'd by some whose courage fail'd, 

And who before th' Invader quail'd. 

The first upon that roll of shame 

Recorded, stood the Bailli's name : 

He cow'r'd beneath De Cart'ret's eye, 

Fix'd on him so contemptuously ; 

While thus indignantly he spoke : 

" Coward ! to take the Tyrant's yoke, 

" Nor yet content yourself to own 

" Subjection to the Gallic throne, 

" Must needs, by your example, try 

" To shake the Island's constancy. 

" 'Tis well indeed for such as you 

" My sword has other work to do ; 

" Else, just as willingly I 'd smite 

" That false head from its trunk outright, 

" As now this compact vile I rend, 

" And to the winds its fragments send." 



16 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

So saying, he his dagger drew, 

And pierc'd the worthless parchment through. 

The Bailli, in confusion dire, 

For safety slunk behind th' Esquire ; 

And then, with deprecating look, 

His head he sorrowfully shook, 

Hoping, no doubt, to make it clear 

His signature was gain'd by fear. 



And now the Herald thus express'd 
The anger kindling in his breast : 
"Beware, Sir Islander, be wise, 
" Nor dare your conqu'ror's terms despise, 
" Else shall his sword, this very day, 
" Woman, and man, and suckling slay." 
" We scorn them," was the quick reply, 
" And here your caitiff knight defy ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" For England and our charter we 

" Will fall ; nor yet like dastards flee." 

From line to line the watchword flew, 

To England and their charter true. 

" Now," shouts Sir Philip, flush' d with pride, 

" We to your summons have replied." 

" Not yet," the herald cried, " Sir knight, 

" For others sure you have no right 

" To speak ; let all come forth as well, 

" And each his own decision tell. 

" For you, rebelliously inclin'd, 

" No quarter may expect to find. 

" None ever yet, secure from harm, 

" Escap'd De Breze's pow'rful arm. 

" Let all who life and fortune prize 

" No more in vain resistance rise ; 

" For half the hosts who own his rule, 

" Train'd from their youth in warfare's school 



18 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" The bravest sons of Gallia's land — 
" Would soon disperse yon timid band." 
With vehemence exclaim'd the Knight, 
" We have the will, and more, the might. 
" God and our Lady shall succeed, 
" And aid us in our hour of need : 
" Back to your wily leader hie, 
" Tell him we all his pow'r defy ; 
" Tell him our chiefs, with one accord, 
" Have chosen me, St. Ouen's Lord, 
" Captain of this my native isle, 
" Where trait'rous Nenfant rul'd erewhile ; 
" And that my islanders, so brave, 
" With me prefer a soldier's grave, 
" Rather than for a moment's ease 
" His base authority to please." 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 19 

The parley here had doubtless clos'd, 

Had not the Bailli interpos'd. 

In accents tremulous and weak 

Our little friend was heard to speak, 

Gasping for breath in very fear: 

" A word, Sir Philip, in your ear." 

Then from the ranks he forward press'd, 

And thus his quondam lord address'd: 

" Think not De Breze to escape — 

" That very fiend in human shape ; 

" Such fearful scenes have met my sight, 

" I have but yielded to the fright ; 

" And, as you value life and limb, 

" I warn you to escape from him." 

Th' esquire, impatient of delay, 

A movement made to haste away, 

To whom the Bailli spoke once more, 

With ready wit unknown before ; 

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20 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

" I '11 warrant that my friend will yield, 

" Though brave and dext'rous in the field, 

" When he his real danger knows, 

" Which I would faithfully disclose." 

To this the herald smil'd assent, 

And forward now the Bailli went ; 

Then, with the Knight, in tones subdued, 

His broken conference renew' d. 

He greatly fear'd that day of strife 

Would terminate his patron's life ; 

In case so hopeless, better far 

To yield, than tempt the fate of war. 

Sir Philip turn'd a scornful eye, 

And scarcely deign' d to make reply : 

" Bailli, why thus disgrace thy name ? 

"Why thus thy cowardice proclaim? 

" Thou man of legs, why dost thou stay— 

" Why not in silence steal away ? 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 21 

" But shelter if thou dost desire, 

" Behind our lines forthwith retire ; 

" A passage clear for thee I '11 keep, 

" Though 'neath our arms 'twere best to creep." 

To utmost stretch, in mute surprise, 

The Bailli op'd his sparkling eyes 

To see De Cart'ret self-possess'd 

And prone e'en now to homely jest, 

While all, to his scar'd senses, seem 

The phantoms of a fearful dream. 

He tried to fly ; but in that hour 

His limbs had lost their wonted pow'r. 

The Knight, unheeding his alarm, 

Now seiz'd our hero by the arm ; 

And whirling through the air he went 

As arrow from a bow well bent. 

The ranks before him giving way, 

Here, for a while, he prostrate lay, 



22 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Much doubting if himself were sane, 

Or whether madness fir'd his brain, 

Two of Sir Philip's followers brave 

Uprais'd him then, and counsel gave 

To seek for refuge in the rear, 

For bloody work was drawing near. 

When he these dreaded tidings learn'd, 

His scatter* d senses soon return'd ; 

His cowardice soon lent him wings, 

And through the rearward hosts he springs. 



Th' indignant Frenchman now demands 

His prisoner at Sir Philip's hands, 

And, by refusal much incens'd, 

His worst anathemas dispens'd. 

De Cart' ret cried, "I came not now 

k To treat with such an one as thou, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 23 

" But with De Breze's self to deal — 

" Bid him prepare our blows to feel." 

The Herald then, with wrath inflam'd, 

In bitter irony exclaim'd, — 

" Methinks, Sir Knight, your feeble crew 

" Must e'en old Vulcan's strokes outdo, 

" Seeing their numbers are so few. 

" Go, bid them to their ploughs return ; 

" From this escape discretion learn; 

" Or seek in sport relief from toil, 

" Nor dye with blood their native soil ; 

" The game were better, I'll be sworn." 

Then turn'd upon his heel with scorn. 



Sir Philip now, in tones suppress'd, 
The Chief of Trinite address'd, 



24 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Who call'd his 'squire so good at need, 
To bring his coal-black mettled steed : — 
" Rolla, mon Rolla !" cried the Knight, 
And, bounding o'er the turf as light 
As, in the East, the fleet gazelle 
Seeks mountain crag, or shady dell, 
His noble courser reach'd his side, 
And toss'd his glossy mane with pride, 
And arch'd his neck, nor seem'd to feel 
His massive panoply of steel. 
De Cart'ret, mounted, gives him rein, 
And soon la Halle au Ble they gain, 
And, giving prompt injunctions there 
For instant conflict to prepare, 
Along the lines they quickly sped, 
And scarce a minute could have fled 
Ere, side by side with Trinite, 
All silent, motionless, stood they : 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 25 

Old England's standard floated nigh, 
And fix'd was many an anxious eye 
Their slightest movement to descry. 

Now onward borne, 'mid loud acclaim, 
Proudly the Frenchmen's banner came. 
Sir Philip saw their hosts advance, 
And cast behind an anxious glance ; 
But scarce had time this Island Chief 
E'en to despatch a mandate brief, 
When on the foemen pour'd amain, 
Like mountain torrent o'er the plain. 
A moment more — as in reply, 
A trumpet blast was heard on high; 
The Island Chiefs asunder parted — 
To right and left with speed they started. 
Two lines their arquebuses fir'd, 
And in unbroken rank retir'd. 



26 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

A trench upon the mount was thrown, 
Whence, as by magic spell alone, 
Amongst the foe, with certain aim, 
A shower of barbed arrows came. 



Th' invaders paus'd — but soon a cry 

Rose from their midst, " They fly, they fly ! 

" On, on, pursue ! no quarter give, 

" For not a rebel soul shall live!" 

And now, in orderly array, 

Two -thirds had gain'd la Halle au Ble. 



As savage wolves, by winter's cold 
And sharpen'd appetites made bold, 
Spread desolation through the land- 
De Breze and his murd'rous band, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 27 

With hopes of victory elate, 

" No quarter ! death ! " vociferate. 

The furious leader in advance 

Thunders " Tue, tue ! la France, la France ! " 

While gleam'd his naked sword on high ; 

" Tue, tue ! " the soldiery reply. 



But hark ! once more the trumpet spoke, 
Instant the sky was dense with smoke, 
And soon was heard the cannon's roar 
And arquebus from ev'ry store. 
Sir Philip's troop, their zeal to show, 
Had wheel'd about and fac'd the foe. 
Rose on the ear a mournful strain, 
A cry of mingled rage and pain ; 
Small space within that narrow bound 
For dead and living could be found ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

The living mass supports the dying, 
Till wounded steeds, in terror flying, 
As now th' assailants fought and swore, 
Crush'd them to earth to rise no more. 



From this unlook'd-for ambuscade 
A desp'rate rush the Frenchmen made, 
But found the patriots of the Isle, 
Taunted and much despis'd erewhile, 
Had form'd, their liberties at stake, 
A rampart which they could not break ; 
The Seigneurs twain like lions fought, 
While young and old their spirit caught ; 
Nor only they the ground maintain'd, 
But, step by step, advantage gain'd. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 29 

De Breze rais'd his falchion bright, 
And rush'd with fury on the Knight; 
When, lo ! the trumpet's warning dread 
Amid his troops confusion spread. 
" Fall back ! Fall back !" Sir Philip cried, 
When he a faithful band espied, 
Who, for his sake, devoid of fear, 
Approach'd the murd'rous guns too near. 
He back'd his steed, while, blow with blow, 
Coolly he met his furious foe ; 
Parrying his thrusts with equal ease, 
As if he fenc'd himself to please. 



Meanwhile, upon the ear once more 
Arose the cannon's horrid roar. 
Once and again did darkness dread 
Enshroud the dying and the dead ; 



aO BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Once and again a fearful cry 
Was heard of mortal agony ; 
While frighten'd steeds' terrific neigh 
Might well the stoutest hearts dismay. 
The rearward soldiers forward press 
To aid their comrades in distress ; 
Who seem'd all recklessly inclin'd 
A grave on battle-field to find, 
Lest, by retreat, eternal shame 
Should sully their well-purchas'd fame. 
Then on a final struggle bent, 
Together rush'd with one consent, 
Like madden' d wolves, the savage crew 
To burst the living rampart through : 
So desperate was their endeavour, 
Not only they the leaders sever, 
But forc'd the Islanders to yield 
A few good paces of the field. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 3L 

This contretemps, although so slight, 
Did not escape the watchful Knight ; 
And now, at the command to " fire," 
The troops fulfil their chiefs desire ; 
Nor soldiers, train' d in order due, 
Could vie with these stout hearts and true. 



Backward the escorceurs retreat 

A more destructive fire to meet. 

" Break in the doors ! " with wounded pride, 

And pow'rless rage, De Breze cried ; 

" The windows scale, that we no more 

" May hear those guns' accursed roar : 

" Again our country's flag advance, 

" Strike for our Lady and for France." 

No voice was heard, nor struck a blow ; 

The circling smoke dispers'd, when, lo ! 



32 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

He saw, and madden'd at the sight, 

The remnant of his hosts in flight. 

" Perdition seize each mother's son ! 

" For shame ! " he shouts, " the villains run ! 

Then deeply spurr'd his panting steed, 

And reach'd the open plain with speed ; 

But there did sudden dangers near 

Excite still more his rage and fear: 

For though the fugitives return'd 

When they their chieftain's plight discern'd, 

The rearward Islanders surrounded, 

And worse the enemy confounded, 

Who, by experience taught too late, 

Now patiently the onset wait. 



It tarried not, for through the plain 
The trumpet blew a martial strain, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 33 

When D'Anneville and De Cart'ret's heir 

Fresh in the conflict claim'd a share ; 

These, with their men, conceal'd from sight, 

Had waited long the sign to fight. 

While, at the instant, from the right, 

The arbaiisters came in view, 

Led by De Rozel brave and true ; 

For when they, from their post on high, 

Had let their deadly arrows fly, 

By its superior height defended, 

They silently the mount descended : 

While, in the midst, the workman's toil 

Had worn away the crumbling soil, 

Projected far on either side, 

Like giant arms extended wide, 

The eastern mound with verdure dress'd, 

Dark glitt'ring granite cloth' d the west. 



34 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Hence, at the preconcerted sign, 

The bowmen with the troops combine, 

Both right and left attack the foe, 

And into dire confusion throw ; 

Which brought De Breze to a stand, 

Nor saw he then the valiant band 

Who o'er the plain pursued their way, 

Advancing from la Halle au Ble. 

Sir Philip now his gallant train 

Cheer'd by his shouts, nor cheer' d in vain ; 

They rush'd impetuous o'er the dead, 

As men on worms of earth would tread, 

The while they with triumphant pride 

" King Edward and our Charter ! " cried. 

Now fiercer, deadlier grew the strife ; 
The fearful odds were death or life ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 35 

While man with man in combat single, 
And horse with horse, together mingle. 
For this fresh ambnsh nnprepar'd, 
De Breze now bewilder'd star'd : 
To see the flow'r of France destroy'd, 
And all his schemes of conquest void, 
By Nenfant's promises deceiv'd, 
His swimming eyes he scarce believ'd. 
As though by magic art it seem'd 
The very earth with warriors teem'd ; 
Nor could he in that fearful hour 
Perceive his own superior pow'r. 
Now first in his renown' d career 
Yielded this gallant chief to fear ; 
And though with tiger's rage he fought, 
To save his life alone he sought. 
But soon as Nenfant he espied, 

" Base traitor ! " he with fury cried, 

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36 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

(And rais'd his sword above his head,) 

" Go to the regions of the dead. 

" Are these the timid serfs by you 

" Describ'd as such a feeble crew, 

" Whom we with equal ease might slay, 

" As wolves on helpless flocks would prey?" 

"Mercy!" the trembling victim cries, 

And knelt, no more again to rise ; 

For ere the last appeal was made 

Came down De Breze's pond'rous blade, 

And from the trunk, still kneeling found, 



The head descended to the ground. 



Meanwhile the young St. Ouen, fir'd 
With bravery, by all admir'd, 
Had just before spurr'd on his steed 
To give the trait' rous wretch his meed ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 37 

But seeing that De Breze's blow 

The craven sycophant laid low, 

He turn'd to meet a worthier foe ; 

And, " Ah, De Breze ! " fiercely cried : 

The father view'd his son with pride ; 

But soon emotions painful dart 

Athwart his fond paternal heart: 

" Brave though thou be," he murmur'd, " still, 

" Howe'er invincible thy will, 

" Soon thy young arm unnerv'd would be ; 

" This is too great a foe for thee." 

Then in his stirrup rose the Knight, 
And, raising to its utmost height 
That voice which made the hills resound, 
And e'en the conflict's tumult drown'd, 
Shouted, " De Breze, here will I 
" To single combat thee defy." 



38 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

His axe from saddle-bow he wrench'd, 
Which with both hands he firmly clench'd, 
And dealt such blows both far and near 
That soon he made a passage clear. 
De Breze flash'd his glitt'ring sword, 
And turn'd to meet St. Ouen's Lord. 
While he a furious onset made, 
A cry was heard, " A l'aide, a l'aide ! " 
Wav'd to and fro the pennon white — 
A moment more — 't was out of sight. 
But this unlook'd-for foul disgrace 

Endur'd but for a moment's space ; 
De Breze's pow'rful arm once more 

The standard from its captors tore, 

And rais'd it high above his head 

(Again the breeze its folds outspread) 

With his left hand ; the while his right 

Defended it with all his might ; 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 39 

And, with the Frenchmen's rallying cry, 

He call'd his scatter'd follow'rs nigh. 

To this St. Ouen quick replied, 

" King Edward and our Charter ! " cried ; 

And, following up his mortal foe, 

Dealt with his battle axe a blow 

Which caus'd th' invaders' flag to quake, 

Their leader in his seat to shake : 

Yet, in the twinkling of an eye, 

De Breze wav'd the banner high : 

Casting an anxious glance around, 

A youthful cavalier he found, 

A knight of pure and peerless fame, 

On whom his chieftain call'd by name. 

Montessey held his honour dear, 

Where duty led he knew no fear ; 

And when De Breze sought his aid, 

With cheerful haste the youth obey'd, 



40 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Resolv'd the treasure to defend 

With his heart's blood till life should end. 

None in that dread affray had leisure 

The thoughts of other men to measure ; 

Else had they seen his looks express 

A bearing cool and passionless; 

Though drawn his sword, its polish' d blade 

Had not as yet a victim made ; 

His shield appear'd more useful far, 

Indented deep with many a scar ; 

But fiercer passions, now discern'd, 

Within that restless bosom burn'd; 

Those large grey eyes, so mild of late, 

Now flash'd with dire revenge and hate, 

And seem'd some worthy foe to seek 

On whom his vengeance he might wreak : 

In young De Cart'ret he had found 

The foe he long had sought around, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 41 

But ere his cherish'd aim was gain'd 
De Breze's voice his course restrain'd. 



That chieftain, thus reliev'd at length, 

Now concentrated all his strength, 

And, rushing on St. Ouen's Lord, 

Clench'd with both hands his mighty sword, 

And far o'er his right shoulder flung ; 

It whizz'd, as through the air it swung, — 

Encount'ring only empty space — 

For Rolla, wisest of his race, 

His master's slighest sign obey'd, 

A demi-vaulte adroitly made, 

And thus that valued life defended, 

On which the Island's fate depended. 

Stout though his armour was, it ne'er 

A blow, thus aim'd, could harmless bear. 



42 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

More and more desperate grew the fight 
Around th' invaders' standard white ; 
So equally did fate divide, 
The keenest judge could scarce decide 
Which of th' opposing hosts should claim, 
On that dread day, the victor's fame. 
Destruction's Demon seem'd to reign, 
And on the field his court maintain, 
Urging his lieges, mad with rage, 
In savage slaughter to engage. 
Roll'd to the earth, in deadly strife 
They wrestled, e'en with parting life ; 
Lock'd in the iron grasp of death, 
Still cursing with their latest breath. 
Thrice fell the standardbearer brave, 
And thrice did he his banner wave ; 
For Julien de Montessey bold, 
Though fall'n, would ne'er relax his hold. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 43 

Meanwhile, De Cart'ret, and his foe, 
Unsparingly gave blow for blow; 
Nor yet, when broken was each blade, 
Was their impetuous fury stay'd ; 
They seiz'd each battle-axe amain, 
And fell to deadly strokes again : 
And on they fought, in savage mood, 
Till, all unhelm'd, De Cart'ret stood. 
Young Edward could no longer stay 
Mere witness of this fearful fray : 
Choking, and thick, his breathing came ; — 
He waited not to see the aim 
Taken to cleave that honour'd head, 
And rank De Cart'ret with the dead ; 
But, lance in hand, with lightning speed, 
He rush'd upon De Breze's steed, 
And with his weapon pierc'd his eye : 
With a wild shriek of agony, 



44 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

He bounded forward uncon troll' d, 
And soon in dying anguish roll'd. 
De Breze quick his feet withdrew, — 
" Another sword, and charger too," 
In anger and dismay he cried. 
Both sword and charger were supplied : 
Then to the field he wildly spurr'd ; 
The scene his soul to madness stirr'd : 
First, his bewilder'd sight to meet, 
His soldiers were in full retreat; 
In vain he sought, with anxious glance, 
The yet unsullied flag of France : 
While, swooning from his wounds away, 
The brave Montessey prostrate lay, 
De Cart'ret, ne'er so proud before, 
Aloft the hard-earn'd trophy bore. 
De Breze, 'mid his foes alone, 
Thunder'd, in hoarse, discordant tone, 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 45 



Th' accustom'd soul-inspiring cry ; 
But none remain'd to make reply : 



When, hark ! a voice, distinct and shrill, 

Sounds from the summit of the hill ; 

As when the sea-bird, void of rest, 

Sweeps o'er the ocean's troubled breast, 

Responded thus La Blanche Vetue 

The fearful sentence " Sauve qui peut ! " 

While, from the brink, she madly hurl'd 

The fragments of an earlier world. 

As through the lines the words were pass'd, 

Full many an eye was upward cast, 

And rested on a tow'ring form, 

That seem'd the spirit of the storm. 

They well might tremble at the sight : 

Clad in a scanty robe of white ; 



46 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

And the broad belt, that girt her waist, 
With curious characters was trac'd. 
Her hair was grey, and closely shorn, 
While on her head a scarf was worn : 
Her piercing eyes so restless dart, 
As from their sockets they would start. 
Bare were her legs ; her sandals strong 
Bound to her feet by hempen thong ; 
Peer'd from loose sleeves her sinewy arms ; 
Her walking-staff was hung with charms, — 
For thus, at least, the serfs believ'd, 
Nor could they e'er be undeceiv'd. 



By this new danger frenzied quite, 
De Breze's soldiers took to flight ; 
Their chieftain by the flying throng 
Unwillingly was borne along. 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 47 

Th*e Islanders' exulting cry 
Seem'd fain to rend the very sky : 
Pursuing still, with relish keen, 
Full soon they left the bloody scene ; 
And, on the field, was heard alone, 
The wounded soldier's dying groan. 



Sir Philip check'd his valiant crew, 
Eager the vict'ry to pursue ; 
And when the conqu'ring hosts again 
Were rallied on the open plain, 
Reminded them that not as yet 
Must they in ease their toils forget ; 
Since many a comrade, prostrate laid, 
Might be reviv'd by timely aid ; 
While those who, in the recent strife, 

Had paid the forfeit of their life, 



48 BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

The Island's liberties to save, 
Should be decreed a patriot's grave. 
While to the task they all proceed, 
Did many a wounded spirit bleed, 
When friends and kindred, near and dear, 
Amongst the ranks of dead appear. 
But when, upon the carnage ground, 
Such heaps of slaughter'd foes were found, 
Scarce was the welcome truth believ'd 
So proud a triumph was achiev'd. 
Some cried that superhuman might 
Must have presided o'er the fight : 
While yet the more discerning few 
Gave credit where 'twas justly due, 
De Cart'ret's praises, sounding high, 
Join'd with the shouts of " Victory ! " 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 49 

As spread the joyful news afar, 

From out the seat of civic war 

Rush'd forth a group, whose ev'ry breast, 

With patriotic zeal possess'd, 

Prompted, that day, such val'rous deeds, 

As nought in martial fame exceeds. 

Grey-headed sires, bent down with time, 

And blooming maidens, in their prime, 

Yet render'd all unsightly now, 

With blacken' d face, and crimson'd brow ; 

Whose garments, sore begrim'd with smoke, 

Their military toil bespoke ; 

While boys present a novel sight, 

Heroes become, for home to fight. 

As forth these motley warriors came, 

Afresh was heard the loud acclaim, 

" All honour to De Cart'ret's name ! " 



50 RATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 

Now, to a venerable pile, 
The monastery of the Isle, 
With utmost tenderness and care, 
The Islanders the wounded bear. 
Amongst the rest was D'Anneville found, 
All pale, and bleeding, on the ground : 
Jacqu'line and Margaret attend 
Unceasing on this cherish'd friend ; 
And many a racking pain that day 
Was, by their kindness, chas'd away. 
The young De Cart'ret saw with pride 
Fair Margaret, his destin'd bride, 
And Jacqu'line too, with pitying face, 
As the good angels of the place : 
But when these lovely maids beheld, 
Return'd from this well-foughten field, 
Uninjur'd, those they lov'd so well, 
Their deep emotion who can tell ? 



BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE. 51 

Each in the other's arms suspended, 
Their mutual joys and sorrows blended. 
At length the bell for vespers rung ; 
All for the dead a requiem sung ; 
While their united thanks ascend 
Joyful to that Almighty Friend, 
Who in his plenitude of power 
Guarded the weak in danger's hour, 
And deep, beneath his with'ring frown, 
Had cast the proud oppressor down. 



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THE WHITE HORSE. 



AN HISTORICAL TRADITION OF JERSEY. 



Woe worth the chace, woe worth the day, 
That costs thy life, my gallant grey ! 

Sir W. Scott. 



WHEN Mortimer, at Hexham, won the day, 
And over Britain held precarious sway, 
A foreign band fair Jersey's Isle invade. 
Mont Orgueil, by Boutilier betray'd, 
By false De Breze was for Louis held, 
'Gainst whom the loyal Islanders rebell'd. 
Their leader bore De Cart'ret's honour'd name, 
Of ancient lineage, well known to fame ; 
The Seigneur of St. Ouen he was call'd, 
Whose valour the invaders oft appall'd. 



54 THE WHITE HORSE. 

When opes my tale, the Fort beleaguer' d lay, 
The British fleet protected Gorey Bay, 
O'er which the gallant Harleston held command ; 
While at each outlet watchful sentries stand ; 
And not far distant camp'd, the eye might view 
A valiant host, to England's standard true. 
Thus doubly guarded, brave De Cart'ret sought, 
In recreation, ease from anxious thought. 
Near to his manor flow'd a limpid stream, 
Whose silv'ry tenants in the noontide beam 
Delighted bask, and at the close of day 
Leap for the flies that o'er the surface play. 
Thither the Knight a snow-white charger rode, 
A royal gift, in gratitude bestow'd ; 
Rolla his name, who on the battle-field, 
'Mid hottest fight, was never known to yield. 
His limbs were pow'rful, yet his airy tread 
Scarce brush'd the dew-drop from the daisy's head ; 



THE WHITE HORSE. 55 

He at his master's voice, in conscious pride, 

Bent his arch'd neck, and bounded to his side ; 

His burden to receive would docile kneel, 

And in a thousand ways his joy reveal. 

Mounted, the Knight rode forth, most trimly dress'd 

In purple doublet, and embroider'd vest ; 

A high-plum'd cap of velvet did he wear, 

From whence escap'd stray locks of silv'ry hair. 

His trusty 'squire bestrode a humbler steed, 

Bearing such tackle as the Knight might need. 

Long time the angler cast his line in vain, 

No crafty fish could his manoeuvres gain ; 

When, suddenly, a figure met his view, 

In whom he recogniz'd La Blanche Vetue. 



Hers was a tall, attenuated form, 

Her furrow'd cheeks betray'd affliction's storm ; 



56 THE WHITE HORSE. 

A strange, unearthly wildness in her eye 

Gave an expression of deep mystery. 

By all the superstitious she was fear'd, 

Who shrank away whene'er the dame appear'd ; 

But should some evil 'bide St. Ouen's Lord, 

Howe'er her visitations were abhorr'd, 

By day or night her warning voice was heard, 

Nor from her purpose bolts nor bars deterr'd : 

For though, to vulgar eyes, this woman lone 

Seem'd to possess a heart as hard as stone, 

Deep sympathy within her breast still glow'd, 

And gratitude for favours long bestow'd. 

In sorrow's school her early days were pass'd, 

For while, in foreign climes, her lot was cast, 

She saw, with feelings stunn'd, and tearless eye, 

Burnt at the stake, her nearest kindred die. 

Distraught, she came to Caesarea's Isle, 

But never, never more was seen to smile. 



THE WHITE HORSE. 57 

She found protection in De Cart'ret's wife, 
Who, in the last sad hour of parting life, 
This blighted soul did to her lord commend, 
Her life to cheer, her int' rests to defend, 
Should danger threaten, or oppression vex 
This voluntary outcast of her sex. 
He gave the promise, and, though sorely tried 
By those wild habits which all rule defied, 
He stood her friend, and oft, in time of need, 
Defended her by many a daring deed. 



It chanc'd a small, but most determin'd band, 
That morn approach' d along the golden sand, 
That marks, at ebbing tide, St. Ouen's Bay, 
Which, from the spot at no great distance lay. 
To seize the Knight by stealth was their design, 
And in Mont Orgueil's donjon-keep confine. 



58 THE WHITE HOESE. 

'Twas now that Blanche appear'd, with outstretch'd arm, 

Their destin'd victim timely to alarm ; 

Raising her figure to its utmost height, 

In screeching tones she urg'd his speedy flight : 

" St. Ouen, fly ! the French are on thy track, — 

" Lose not an instant, — to thy manor back ! " 

Sir Philip look'd at her with scornful eye : 

" No fear of this," was his compos'd reply ; 

" Our fortresses are all securely barr'd ; 

" T' escape our sentinels they '11 find it hard." 

" Rash mortal, fly !" she shriek'd, "nor tempt thy fate : 

" A moment more, and it may be too late ; 

" E'en now they come ; I hear their horses' tread, 

" Boutilier, the traitor, at their head." 

" Dame," cried Sir Philip, in an alter'd tone, 

" In plainer language make thy meaning known. 

" Why didst not tell the traitor's name at first ? 

" For canting phrase thou know'st I hold accurs'd. 



THE WHITE HORSE. 59 

" Bat say, good mother, didst thou only see 

" Twelve horsemen ? this stout arm shall make them flee." 

" Save him, thou spirit of my murder'd sire ! 

" What fiend, St. Ouen, can thy breast inspire ? 

" The lives of hundreds hang upon thy fate ; 

" This moment fly ! no longer hesitate." 

The ling' ring Knight obeys the warning voice, 

'Twixt flight and capture there remains no choice. 

Rolla, whose practis'd ear first caught the sound 

Of horsemen, join'd his master with a bound : 

Excitement pleas'd the highly mettled steed, 

And off he started at his utmost speed. 

" Long live King Edward !" did De Cart'ret cry, 

And to the shout the echoing hills reply ; 

The while " De Breze ! " was proclaim' d so near, 

A less brave spirit would have quail'd for fear. 

Sir Philip flings his velvet cap on high, 

And shouts, " King Edward and our liberty ! " 



60 .THE WHITE HOKSE. 

Rolla, elate, his ecstacy display'd, 
He toss'd his graceful head, and shrilly neigh'd ; 
And bounding forward with the speed of wind, 
At distance left his followers behind. 



And now the Knight, exulting in the chace, 

Nor doubtful of the issue of the race, 

His loyal shouts triumphantly renews, 

While with loud oaths the enemy pursues. 

But soon, alas ! his confidence subsides, — 

Two sheep were struggling o'er the path he rides, 

Which from a neighb'ring fold had lately stray'd, 

And, tied together, on that path were laid. 

Sir Philip saw them not, he rode so fleet, 

Till well nigh trampled 'neath his horse's feet. 

Panting with fear, bewilder'd, they essay 

T' escape the danger each a diff'rent way ; 



THE WHITE HORSE. 61 



Their unavailing efforts to get free, 

Soon brought the noble Rolla to his knee. 



The Frenchmen, on the Knight now gain'd apace, 
And narrower grew the intervening space ; 
He almost felt the foremost horse's tread, 
While six wing'd arrows whizz'd around his head, 
And fancied, as he turn'd to meet the foe, 
He felt their heated breath upon him blow. 
Now first, since he the gen'rous beast possess'd, 
Into his sides, the cruel spurs he press'd. 
The faithful creature, as by magic spell, 
Quickly recover'd ; but what tongue can tell 
How he express'd the anguish of the smart, 
In tones which pierc'd his master to the heart ? 
With fond, endearing epithets, the Knight 
Patted his neck, and urg'd to speedier flight ; 



62 THE WHITE HORSE. 

He bounded forth, neigh'd joyously again, 

And scarce to touch the yielding earth would deign. 

Sir Philip, who on Rolla's speed relies, 

In very wilfulness " King Edward ! " cries, 

And waves his chap'ron with a knightly air, 

While, all unknown, Death watch'd in ambush there. 

With undiminish'd speed, did Rolla now 

A winding hill ascend, whose lofty brow, 

With spreading fern, and yellow furze-bush, crown'd, 

Just overlooks the Island's western bound ; 

A lovely valley on the other side 

Extended lay, through which the Knight must ride, 

Before he could the beaten track regain, 

Which would conduct him to his own domain. 



There, where the tortuous road conceal'd from sight, 
Six horsemen stood, well clad in armour bright, 



THE WHITE HORSE. 63 

And there, did patiently his coming wait ; 

But now La Blanche, still watchful o'er his fate, 

With never-tiring haste, had gain'd the spot : 

The rugged path she trod, she heeded not, 

And, standing on the steep that bounds the right, 

With warning voice she urg'd his rereward flight : 

" Turn back," she cried, " an ambush lies before, — 

" And gain the road you pass'd, or all is o'er." 

No more he dar'd her counsels to disdain 

As the wild dreams of an unsettled brain ; 

Yet much it cost him, her advice to take, 

It almost caus'd his valiant heart to quake. 

Resistance seem'd indeed a hopeless case ; 

The turning, his pursuers near'd apace ; 

No chance was left him, if this point they gain'd, 

And then, but one alternative remain'd : 

Full sixteen feet below, a meadow lay ; 

A muddy dyke between, obstructs the way, — 



64 THE WHITE HORSE. 

The width, 'tis said, was thirty feet and more, — 
Which ne'er by horse, or man, was cross'd before. 
Could he, indeed, but take this dang'rous leap, 
He might his enemies at distance keep. 
The daring thought scarce flitted through his brain 
Ere Blanche's frantic voice was heard again : 
" St. Ouen, leap ! 'twere better far to die, 
" Than vile De Breze's captur'd foe to lie." 
Ere she had ceas'd, the Knight a circuit made, 
His Rolla to prepare, who loudly neigh'd ; 
Lightly he press'd his sides, and gave command, — 
The faithful creature seem'd to understand ; 
He shakes his mane, with nostrils widely spread, 
And high in air, erects his noble head ; 
Then, with the speed of lightning, forward flew, 
And clear'd the gap, ere yet his master knew ; 
Who, yet so firmly had retain'd his seat, 
That e'en his enemies applaud the feat. 



THE WHITE HORSE. 65 

For such a contretemps quite unprepar'd 

They reach'd the spot, and in amazement star'd. 

" Bravo ! " they cried, save one, whose wrathful breast 

With bitter disappointment was possess'd : 

" On, comrades, on ! " he eagerly exclaim'd, 

" The lion-hearted Knight may yet be tam'd ; 

" On to the valley ! we may catch him still, 

" Ere he can gain the summit of the hill." 

Soon as La Blanche the speaker had espied, 

" Ah, Le Boutilier ! " she wildly cried, 

" Out on thee, monster, renegade abhorr'd ! 

" Is this thy duteous fealty to thy Lord ? 

" May Heav'n's worst maledictions on thee light, 

" Pursue thee everywhere, thy prospects blight ! " 

" Have at thee, Fury ! " Roger did exclaim, 

And with his crossbow took a random aim. 

He waited not the arrow's course to heed, 

But, spurring cruelly his panting steed, 



66 THE WHITE HORSE. 

Whose reeking flanks were soon besmear'd with gore, 
Urg'd on the chace more hotly than before. 



The horsemen, who in ambush had remain'd 
For action fresh, upon Sir Philip gain'd ; 
From instant peril free, he had repress'd 
The ardour of his steed, to give him rest ; 
For, though with undiminish'd speed he flew, 
He saw each movement more distressing grew. 
The gen'rous creature still his zeal display'd, 
And scarce the Knight's restraining curb obey'd ; 
Who to the danger gave but little thought, 
His faithful Rolla's ease he only sought. 
On this intent, almost devoid of fear, 
Startled, he heard " De Breze ! " shouted near, 
Yet had not heart the noble beast to urge, 
Although he trembled on destruction's verge. 



THE WHITE HORSE. 67 

Onward, with furious yells, approach the foe ; 

" Sure we shall have him now," thought they, but no ! 

Rolla, with instinct rare, had mark'd the cry ; 

His limbs new vigour fill'd ; with eager eye, 

With ears erect, and wildly flowing mane, 

Across the downs he darted forth again. 

Women and children, all affrighted fly, 

While at this furious pace the Knight pass'd by ; 

Behind the shelt'ring trees, for safety hide, 

Or in the ditches which the fields divide. 

His foes were distanc'd, and before him lay, 

Just visible, the manor's turrets grey ; 

One other turn, — and then, full well he knew, 

The massive gateway would appear in view. 

This gain'd, he blew a blast, both loud and clear, 

Which to his household oft proclaim'd him near. 

Patting his kind preserver's steaming side, 

" Voila, mon Rolla ! " he triumphant cried. 

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68 THE WHITE HORSE. 

Alas ! the faithful creature's work was o'er, 
He sank upon his knees, to rise no more ; 
His quiv'ring limbs their wonted aid deny, — 
He shrilly neigh'd, but 'twas his mortal cry. 
Sir Philip hastily his feet withdrew ; 
A pang, as from a dagger, pierc'd him through, 
When the brave Rolla, whom he lov'd so well, 
On his left side, in dying anguish, fell. 
A moment motionless the warrior stood, 
And from his eyes gush'd forth a briny flood, 
As on his fav'rite mournfully he gaz'd, 
The while his beauteous head he gently rais'd. 
He heard his noble charger feebly neigh, 
Stretch' d on the turf, and pow'rless while he lay ; 
As though he would his gratitude express, 
And whisper back his master's fond caress. 
And soon that master's heart within him died ; 
From mouth and nostrils rush'd a purple tide ; 



THE WHITE HORSE. 69 

Rolla his life-blood on that spot did spill, 
His limbs convulsive shook, and all was still. 
And there, with downcast eyes, and drooping head, 
In silent anguish bending o'er the dead, 
Stood he who never quail'd before the foe, 
Nor would, 'midst falling hosts, emotion show. 



His household heard when he his bugle blew, 
And issued forth to give him welcome due. 
Awe-struck, and sad, at this unwonted sight, 
With sympathy they greet the stricken Knight, 
Whose thoughts on deep abstractions seem'd to dwell, 
Till Jacqu'line's gentle touch dissolv'd the spell. 
In vain was spread, that night, the cheerful board, 
And e'en the choicest viands were abhorr'd ; 
With minstrel strains the hall no longer rang, 
Nor yet, in dulcet accents, Marg'ret sang. 



70 THE WHITE HORSE. 

Tradition tells, that for this gallant steed 
All due funereal rites the Knight decreed ; 
And there, within the garden's ample bound, 
Long time existed his sepulchral mound. 
Let none who this pathetic tale may hear 
O'er Rolla's hapless fate disdain to drop a tear. 



THE 



LADY OF ST. OUEN 



AN HISTORICAL TRADITION OF JERSEY. 



WHEN Henry, first of Tudor's race, the Roses 
did unite, 

And England's sons, from war releas'd, in arts of 
peace delight, 

There rul'd in Jersey's distant isle a man of ill 
renown, 

Who brought contempt and deep reproach upon the 
British crown. 



72 THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 

In various ways the natives he most sorely did 
oppress, 

Who frequent sought St. Ouen's Lord their griev- 
ance to redress; 

And he, the good De Carteret, espous'd their righteous 
cause, 

Resolv'd inviolate to maintain their ancient Norman 
laws. 



Thus, 'twixt the Governor and him, ensued a deadly 
strife ; 

But nought could to his charge be laid, so blame- 
less was his life : 

No pretext for an open breach his enemy could 
find, 

So wove a web of falsehood foul, and treachery, 
combin'd. 



THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 73 

To Norman noblemen he wrote, and forg'd 
De Cart'ret's name, 

A letter, artfully contriv'd to tarnish his fair 
fame — 

That he, on certain terms, the Isle would to the 
French betray: 

Then threw the lie into a ditch beside the public 
way. 



Boutilier, his poursuivant, a man of evil race, 

Whom, once, De Carteret had sav'd the halter's foul 
disgrace, 

Was, nothing loth, required now this forgery to 
bring, 

To prove St. Ouen's Lord to be a traitor to his 
King. 



74 THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 

With this unto the Royal Court the Governor did 
ride. 

Hardy, the Bailli of the Isle, gain'd over to his 

side, 

A ready credence gave unto this most unfounded 
tale ; 

And thus, o'er justice, might appear'd too surely 
to prevail. 



De Cart' ret, in Mont Orgueil's keep, a helpless 
captive lay, 

Doom'd with Boutilier to fight upon St. Lawrence' 
Day. 

For loyalty assum'd, the wretch was plenteously 
supplied, 

The while of want the patriot chief was likely to 
have died. 



THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 75 

Meanwhile, the Governor, who thought his enemy 
secure, 

To London hied, intent to make assurance doubly 

sure, 

Resolv'd before his Majesty the whole affair to 
lay;— 

And lest De Cart'ret's faithful friends should head 
him on his way, 



A proclamation he sent forth, which none had 
dar'd before, — 

Without the Bailli's special leave, no boat should 
quit the shore. 

Thus, having these precautions ta'en, for England 
he set sail, 

Nor deem'd it possible that now his wicked plan 
could fail. 



76 THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 

It chanc'd the Lady Margaret, De Cart'ret's lovely 
wife, 

Her first-born son had lately launch'd upon the sea 
of life ; 

Her loyal, faithful Lord meanwhile, she heard with 
dire dismay, 

Accus'd of traitorous designs, within a dungeon 
lay. 



Indignantly she heard the charge ; " 'Tis false, 'tis 
false ! " she cried, — 

" He who for England's cause, so oft, fought at 
our father's side : 

" Now, placing all my trust in Him, who saves the 
poor oppress'd, 

" At Royal Henry's feet I'll fall, and see his 
wrongs redress'd." 



THE LADY OF ST OUEN. 77 

From Grosnez Castle she set forth to cross the 
roaring main, 

Nor heeded she at all the storm of mingled sleet 
and rain. 

On reaching Sarnia's Isle she found the Governor 
pass'd on, 

So with De Beauvoir she embark'd, impatient to 
be gone. 



Her perils on the mighty deep 'twere needless to 
relate ; 

Arriv'd at Poole, discovery had nearly seaPd her 
fate ; 

For, 'midst a storm of wind and hail, the lady came 
to land, 

The while her foe, with all his men, were still upon 
the strand. 



78 THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 

While they in great confusion sought a shelter from 
the storm, 

De Havilland in secret gave to her a welcome 
warm ; 

But there, in spite of sore fatigue, not long would 
she abide, 

And, mounting on a palfrey fleet, to Salisbury did 
ride. 



Nor yet till she to London came would she prolong 
her stay, 

But hasten'd all her grievances before the King to 
lay. 

By Winchester's politeness, she a ready audience 
gain'd, 

And there her Lord's unhappy case with eloquence 
explain'd. 



THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 79 



Nor fell unheeded on the King those accents soft 



and clear 



Investigation quickly made his innocence ap- 
pear : 

'Twas found he was a noble soul, as loyal as could 
be, 

And issued soon the King's command, that he should 
be set free. 



Now from the throne, her purpose gain'd, scarcely 
did she withdraw, 

When, lo ! th' astounded Governor upon the stairs 
she saw ; 

He to the Council Chamber went, but all too late 
he came, 

A faithless servant quickly prov'd, and overwhelm' d 
with shame. 



80 THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 

Meanwhile, with lighten'd heart, and with De 
Beauvoir in her train, 

The Lady of St. Ouen sought fair Jersey's Isle 
again. 

She reach'd Mont Orgueil's fort the eve before St. 
Lawrence' day, 

In time to save her noble Lord from treach'ry and 
foul play. 



The wretch with whom, for troth and fame, he 
was engag'd to fight, 

Had order' d pitfalls to be dug, securely hid from 
sight ; 

That so, when on the ground he came, who never 
fought in vain, 

Falling at unawares, his foe an easier prize might 
gain. 



THE LADY OF ST. OUEN. 81 

Full nineteen years thereafter liv'd this lady and 
her lord, 

Bless'd with eleven noble sons, around their house- 
hold board ; 

Each rose to honourable place, in England or the 
Isle, 

And on their enterprises aye good fortune seem'd 
to smile. 



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CASTLE CORNET. 



THE CAPTURE, IMPRISONMENT, AND ESCAPE OF MESSRS. 
CAREY, DE BEAUYOIR, AND DE HAVILLAND. 

AN HISTORICAL TRADITION OF GUERNSEY. 



^art 3L— Wht Capture. 

WHEN England long oppress' d had lain beneath 
a despot's sway, 

And patience, which had long been tried, to anarchy 
gave way, 

The patriot sons of Sarnia's Isle espous'd the people's 
right, 

While Osborne, then their Governor, in Charles's 
cause would fight. 

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84 CASTLE CORNET. 

A lengthen'd contest thence ensued, with various 
fortunes fraught ; 

The Castle Cornet long was held, in service of the 
Court : 

'Mid cannon's roar did Osborne seek the natives to 
convince, 

They, for a Parliament, should ne'er desert a lawful 
prince. 



But such like arguments as these, the Guernseymen 
deny, 

And all attempts at compromise most stoutly did 
defy; 

Till one resolv'd, who had of late deserted to the 
King, 

Three of the chiefs, to Osborne's care, by stratagem 
to bring. 



THE CAPTURE. 85 

Bowden, to serve the Parliament, had long the seas 
explor'd, 

But sudden chang'd his policy, and join'd his sovereign 
lord : 

At Dartmouth he Prince Maurice met, and with 
him fram'd his plan, 

Anxious, though late, to prove himself a thorough 
loyal man. 



Quickly for Guernsey he set sail, and in the road- 
stead lay, 

And sent his coxswain, with a boat, to Fermain's 
lovely bay. 

The good lieutenant-governor, who bore the Russell's 



name, 



With all his goodly company, to meet the party 
came. 



86 CASTLE CORNET. 

The coxswain, to these officers, a letter did pre- 
sent, 

Requesting them on board to come, to serve the 
Parliament ; 

He, though too ill to leave the ship, (the captain 
did aver,) 

With them, on themes of grave import, was anxious 
to confer. 



Now Sippins was a gallant soul, as ever put to 
sea ; 

To go on board the George was none esteem'd more 
fit than he : 

He, with the coxswain, ventur'd forth, of England's 
state to learn, 

While those on shore, impatiently, awaited his 
return. 



THE CAPTURE. 87 

Russell most plain instructions had by him to 
Bowden sent, 

The landing of some secret stores for Osborne, to 
prevent. 

A vessel, which had lately sail'd from Weymouth's 
distant port, 

Was known, beyond the reach of guns, to be to 
anchor brought. 



Ah ! little did the captain dream of traitorous 
design, 

But Bowden, when he came, did him a pris'ner close 
confine : 

It vex'd the traitor sore, to be thus cheated of his 
prey; 

He therefore mann'd his boat, and sent once more 
to Fermain bay. 



88 CASTLE CORNET. 

To Russell's private residence the coxswain did 
proceed, 

Where Carey, and De Beauvoir too, men true, and 
good at need, 

Were, by his hospitality, that day constraint to 
dine ; 

Nor thought they aught of treachery, while seated 
at their wine. 



A second letter Bowden sent, enforcing his 
request, 

That they should meet in conference, to fix on what 
was best ; 

The royal vessel, easily, he would engage to 
take, 

And hopVl, that now no longer they would vain 
excuses make. 



THE CAPTURE. 89 

Much consultation pass'd, and 'twas agreed that they 
were still, 

The duties of their sacred trust most anxious to 
fulfil. 

De Havilland had join'd the two, and bravely then 
spake he, 

" Sirs, be the danger what it may, from duty we'll 
not flee." 



They, while the winding path they took, that leads 
to sweet Fermain, 

Some vague ideas of treachery began to enter- 
tain ; 

They thought it strange that Bowden still refus'd 
to come on shore, 

And marvell'd much that Sippins had return'd to 
them no more. 



90 CASTLE CORNET. 

De Beauvoir did their doubts remove, averring that 
he knew, 

Far better than the others, both the captain and 
his crew ; 

Devotion to the people's cause they always had 
profess'd, 

And in their honour he believ'd they might with 
safety rest. 



Their fears allay'd, a boat they took, which to the 
Isle pertain'd, 

And, favour d by the tide, full soon the George's 
side they gain'd : 

These faithful three the traitor did with open arms 
receive, 

And brought them to the cabin, where— could you 
the fact believe ? — 



THE CAPTURE. 91 

Two other naval captains, to their great surprise, 
they find, 

And the commissions which they held were by 
Prince Maurice sign'd, 

Commanding them, by any means which they should 
deem most fit, 

To cause the Island to the King most humbly to 
submit. 



These captains all persuasives tried, the deputies 
to gain, 

But, their fidelity to shake, their efforts all were 
vain ; 

For not on slender grounds did they the Parliament 
defend, 

And on the justice of their cause they would for 
aye depend. 



92 CASTLE CORNET. 

In spite of this, they treated them with all attention 
due : 

When night, o'er all the scenes of earth, her sable 
mantle drew, 

One of the captains twain to board the Weymouth 
vessel went, 



Intending to inform the crew of his conceal'd 
intent. 



But, deeming him an enemy, in this his efforts 
fail'd ; 

They weigh'd her anchor instantly, and for St. Malo 
sail'd. 

Returning from this vain attempt, he 'mid the dark- 
ness spied 

A boat, from Castle Cornet sent, approach the 
George's side. 



THE CAPTURE. 93 

But back 'twas order'd to return, lest it should 
'gender fear, 

And Bowden then determin'd for fair Jersey's Isle 
to steer ; 

The servants of the Parliament he hop'd with guile 
to take, 

And, with the Guernsey deputies, his pris'ners close 
to make. 



But Russell, sure of treachery to Carey and his 
friends, 

To Jersey, and St. Malo, both, the voice of warning 
sends ; 

So, finding that his former friends had heard of his 
foul play, 

The wily captain tack'd about, and steer'd another 
way. 



94 CASTLE CORNET. 

The George to Guernsey quick return'd, a snow 
white flag at stern, 

Which, as the badge of royalty, the learned might 
discern. 

She anchor' d where the Castle guns could from the 
foe protect, 

And to Sir Peter Osborne was her boat despatch'd 
direct. 



Quoth Bowden, by his messenger, " Three pris'ners 
here I bring ; 

" Do with them as you list, for they are traitors to 
their King." 

And, after sunset, he repair'd, with Simpson in his 
train, 

Instructions from the Governor, on this behalf, to 
gain. 



THE CAPTURE. 95 

Sir Peter well intreated them, but gave them strict 
command, 

That they should see the pris'ners safe committed to 
his hand ; 

For when 'twas known that they within the fortress 
were confin'd, 

'Twould be the very likeliest means to change the 
people's mind. 



Next morning came,— the boat, well mann'd, unto 
the George was sent, 

And, all attempts at their escape the better to 
prevent, 

It was arrang'd that they should still await the 
evening chime, 

For deeds of darkness such as these 'twas deem'd 
the fittest time. 



96 CASTLE CORNET. 

'Twixt nine and ten did they embark, one Chamber- 
lain their guide, 

And stealthily they landed on the Castle's eastern 
side. 

To reach the ramparts, they were forced a ladder 
to ascend, 

At top of which, the porter did with men at arms 
attend. 



And thus these brave and faithful souls by subtlety 
were caught; 

Before the wrathful Governor full quickly they were 
brought. 

A long imprisonment was now decreed their hapless 
fate, 

Sad contrast to the festive scene they had enjoy' d 
so late. 



( 9T ) 

^art tt— Ww Imprisonment 

Then, to a dungeon they were brought, a dungeon 
damp and cold, 

For there, thought he, my captives will be safely 
kept in hold : 

No sooner had they entered it, than they were 
dripping wet ; 

There, for the night, they all remain' d, no slumber 
could they get. 



And here, be sure, the pris'ners three did mournful 
vigils keep, 

Compell'd, though most reluctantly, to bid adieu to 
sleep, 

For certain noisome creatures them did sorely vex 
and grieve, 

Which, for the sake of ears polite, my verse shall 
nameless leave. 



98 CASTLE CORNET. 

St. Peter's clock, next morning, had scarce chim'd 
the hour of two, 

When Bowden did with Simpson come, their misery 
to view ; 

And, stung perhaps with late remorse, he cried, with 
piteous face, 

" Sirs ! do I really see you brought to such a woful 



case r 



9" 



Next day, (it lack'd an hour of noon,) they din'd on 
sorry cheer, 

Bacon and pease, two biscuits, and about a quart of 
beer ; 

It never, till this hapless day, had fallen to the 
share 

Of these good gentlemen to live on such plebeian 
fare. 



THE IMPRISONMENT. 99 

Some bales of moulder'd cotton in the room above 
them lay, 

The which, at two, were order'd to be taken quite 
away ; 

And thither were the three transferr'd, unto their 
great relief, 

For much they fear'd the time to pass, in solitary 
grief. 



Their jailor, with humanity, unusual to his 
race, 

Had left them twenty bundles, to afford a resting 
place, 

Which, wearied with long wakefulness, they spread 
upon the ground, 

And stretch'd themselves thereon, and soon were 
lost in sleep profound. 

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100 CASTLE CORBET. 

Besides, two bolsters nicely stuff d were added to 
their store 

Of comforts, which they much enjoy'd for full three 
days and more ; 

But then, Sir Peter, fearing they would ladders 
make of rope, 

He had their coverlids remov'd, lest they should 
cherish hope. 



Ere this, but little had they dream 'd of flight from 
durance vile, 

But from this moment various plans the tedious 
hours beguile ; 

And though they yet were doom'd to wait for many 
a dismal day, 

They never lost the blessed thought of getting clean 
away. 



THE IMPRISONMENT. 101 

The Governor, within whose breast vindictive feelings 
glow'd, 

Not satisfied with holding them, a paltry spirit 
show'd, 

In choosing what their food should be, their nature 
to sustain, 

And thus their courage to subdue, he tried, but tried 
in vain. 



For dinner, on the Monday, two half-cook'd whitings 
came, 

A piece of frozen butter too, to relish with the 
same ; 

Two biscuits, and a quart of beer, the scant) fare 
complete, 

Which, for the untried felon now, would scarce be 
counted meet. 



102 CASTLE CORNET. 

The meal which was on Tuesday sent, untasted they 
return' d ; 

Stale pease, and rancid bacon, most indignantly 
they spurn'd. 

For supper, they on soup of pease were, as a dainty, 
fed, 

And did their usual quota too receive of beer and 
bread. 



Such was their wonted diet, but, when fourteen days 
had pass'd, 

Since first within those prison walls their hapless lot 
was cast, 

Sir Peter, e'en the luxury of table beer 
denied ; 

While Carey, from confinement close, was likely to 
have died. 



THE IMPRISONMENT. 103 

Daily, a pint of Gascony amongst the three was 
given ; 

Sometimes they brackish water drank, or else the 
rain of heav'n ; 

But this was mix'd with lime, for, from the land, a 
cannon-ball 

Into the cistern had propell'd a portion of the 
wall. 



Yet they, with this vile beverage, their raging thirst 
did slake, 

Intenser, from the salted food they were compelPd 
to take ; 

By this their health was sorely tried, and feebler 
they became, 

Which sunken eyes, and tott'ring gait, sufficiently 
proclaim. 



104 CASTLE CORNET. 

Carey, who, more than all the rest, was in a woful 
plight, 

A most pathetic note unto the Governor did 
write, 

Begging, that he no longer would a little beer 

deny, 

Who order'd that with ev'ry meal they should a pint 
supply. 



33art ffi Ww Escape. 

They soon resolv'd (as who would not for blessed 
freedom's sake 

In such a case ?) all risks to run, and every effort 
make ; 

And much regretted, that, when they at first had 
been confin'd, 

Ten packs of cotton to conceal, had never cross'd 
their mind. 



THE ESCAPE. 105 

But soon they 'd reason to rejoice, for, when six days 
had pass'd, 

A box of flax, wherein they might their treasure 
thus have cast, 

Was emptied, and remov'd, and thus would have 
betray'd their plan, — 

So little what is really best is known to mortal 
man ! 



Shortly, before their window sill, the porter placed, 
alas ! 

A grating strong, through which they fear'd their 
heads would never pass ; 

But, having its dimensions tried, they found, to their 
relief, 

That this no obstacle would prove to make their 
bondage brief. 



106 CASTLE CORNET. 

When this discovery they made, insatiable 
desire 

Their long-lost liberty to gain, did all their breasts 
inspire. 

In cutting through the floor with knives, on this one 
object bent, 

While one kept watch, the other two three hours 
had daily spent. 



Four days were they employed thus, nor did the 
scheme reveal 

(So neatly were the boards replac'd) to him who 
brought their meal ; 

And boring through the plastering, they made suffi- 
cient breach 

To find the cotton they requir'd was quite within 
their reach. 



THE ESCAPE. 107 

Then, to a slip of deal attach'd, a tenter-hook they 
threw, 

And, by the op'ning they had made, full fifteen 
bundles drew, 

Which having, underneath their beds, securely hid 
from sight, 

They waited till their jailor stern had left them for 
the night. 



They then, with right good will, began each other 
to assist, 

The soundest of the cotton into three strong ropes 
to twist ; 

The first, to reach the dungeon's base, was twenty 
fathoms long, — 

'Twas in three coils, and, testing it, they found it 
passing strong. 



108 CASTLE CORNET.. 

The other two, of fathoms ten, the first and second 
wall 

Were to assist them to descend, lest haply they 
might fall. 

When these were finish'd, aid divine they earnestly 
implor'd, 

" From these, our deadly enemies, deliver us, good 
Lord ! " 



They now prepar'd to enter on their hazardous 
emprize, 

But found, to their discomfiture, the tide began to 

rise ; 

Besides, they saw the sentinels, stern watchmen of 
the night, 

And all the sky around was clear, the stars were 
shining bright. 



THE ESCAPE. 109 

So, having first the ropes conceal'd, they all retir'd 
to rest, 

Though fears that some might miss the packs of 
cotton fill'd their breast ; 

But Providence, who o'er them watch'd, had other- 
wise decreed, 

And smiling hope still whisper' d them, that they 
would soon succeed. 



Not more propitious to their plan the morrow's eve 
was found, 

For, 'mid the stilly atmosphere, was heard the slightest 
sound ; 

The lamps of heav'n, in myriads, bestud the azure 
sky, 

And thus all chance of their escape the elements 
deny. 



110 CASTLE CORNET. 

But after many a weary day, a dark and stormy 
night 

Appear'd, as if on purpose made, to aid them in their 
flight ; 

Impatiently they now began a ladder to 
prepare, 

Nor dream' d that disappointment still would be 
their hapless share. 



When lo ! the porter suddenly the slumb'ring soldiers 
woke, 

While sadly, on the captives' ears, the startling 
summons broke : — 

" Soldiers ! beneath yon dungeon's walls your watchful 
station keep, 

" And death shall be your punishment, if at your post 
you sleep." 



THE ESCAPE. Ill 

'Twas thought that, by De Saum'rez led, there would 
arrive that night 

Two royal vessels, bravely mann'd, against the Isle 
to fight ; 

Not till the morrow's sun arose, they proudly danc'd 
the wave, 

When all the troops, with one consent, a joyous 
welcome gave. 



De Beauvoir then propos'd to try the castle's lower 
gate, 

But, when they on its perils thought, they deem'd it 
best to wait ; 

Yet soon resolv'd, for freedom's sake, whatever might 
betide, 

That, though so hazardous, should all expedients be 
tried. 



112 CASTLE CORNET. 

Quickly, from underneath their beds, the ropes the 
captives drew, 

And, through the aperture they' d made, the floor they 
glided through, 

And, having reach'd the lower room, they, list'ning, 
heard the sound 

Of soldiers, pacing to and fro, the dreary spot 
around. 



Just when, from old St. Peter's tow'r, had chim'd 
the vesper bell, 

While, on the ear, its solemn tones in dying cadence 
fell, 

De Havilland, whose early days in manly sports were 
spent, 

Seiz'd on an iron bar, with which the pond'rous lock 
he bent. 



THE ESCAPE. 113 

Now, first De Beauvoir issued forth, the neighbour- 
hood to view, 

While grateful on his fever'd brow the fresh'ning 
sea-breeze blew ; 

By Carey's tow'r he cautiously was looking o'er the 
wall, 

When, lo ! their keeper's form appear'd,— he heard 
his footsteps fall. 



Well knowing what the consequence would be, if 
they should meet, 

'Twas thought most prudent to their room a season 
to retreat ; 

But fifteen minutes scarce had pass'd ere they set 
forth again, 

And now, though perils did await, no more they tried 
in vain. 

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114 CASTLE CORNET. 

Right joyfully the pris'ners ran, of their deliv'raiice 
sure, 

And to a gun which fronts the west, their rope they 
made secure ; 

De Beauvoir first descended it, but saw, to his 
dismay, 

Three soldiers, who on guard were plac'd, who would 
obstruct the way. 



De Beauvoir, and De Havilland, both wish'd again 
to hide, 

But Carey urg'd to venture round the tower's southern 
side ; 

From hence, the first and second wall, unnotic'd, they 
descend, 

So watchfully did Providence on all their steps 
attend. 



THE ESCAPE. 115 

The soldiers, who were doubtless tir'd of pacing to 
and fro, 

Into a smoking-room, hard by, had just resolv'd to 
go. 

Unchalleng'd thus, along the shore, with joyful haste 
they ran, 

When Chamberlain, who brought them first, had 
almost marr'd their plan. 



He, at the Castle's narrowest pass, their movements 
did espy, 

And instant sounded an alarm, " Fire, fire, the 
pris'ners fly ! " 

The cannons were forthwith discharg'd, with grape 
shot, and with ball, 

Which thick, though harmlessly, around the fugitives 
did fall. 

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116 CASTLE CORNET. 

Slowly, across the swampy plain, left by the ebbing 
tide, 

They started for the southern pier, from Cornet's 
western side ; 

They gain'd the steps ; — the welcome news soon 
reach'd the house of pray'r, 

And all the people issued forth, the gen'ral joy to 
share. 



And thus were these brave gentlemen, so useful to 
the state, 

Deliver'd from the Governor's most unrelenting 
hate ; 

For He, to whom they ever had committed all their 
ways, 

In their defence wrought wondrously ; — to Him be 
all the praise ! 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 



A LEGEND OF JERSEY. 



"PRE Christianity's effulgent light 

Had chas'd the darkness of the Pagan night, 

When Druid altars yet the Isles defiTd, 

And souls in bondage groan'd while Nature smil'd ; 

A rev'rend Priest, Maglorius by name, 

From Gallia's neighb'ring shore to Jersey came. 

Of Erin's Isle was he ; the Gauls could speak 

No more of Irish than his Rev'rence Greek. 

By this annoy'd, and having understood 

That there existed, in the neighbourhood, 



118 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

An Island, which th' Atlantic waters lave, 
And which, to Albion's king, allegiance gave, — 
Quoth he, " I'll e'en to this retreat repair, 
" For anyhow there's English spoken there." 
So, wand'ring all alone hard by the sea, 
Thus, to a brace of fishermen, spake he : — 
" My worthy friends, to yonder Isle genteel 
" Convey me over for your spirits' weal ; 
" For though on charity I have to live, 
" The blessing- of a Priest is mine to give." 
Though not a word the honest seamen knew 
Of what he said, just inference they drew ; 
By nods, and winks, and sundry gestures taught, 
They took him safely to the land he sought. 
Amongst the rocks, with seaweed cover'd o'er, 
The tide forbidding them to reach the shore, 
Flis feet first press' d the Csesarean soil, 
And gave the men his blessing for their toil ; 



ST. MAGLOKIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 119 

With this they were, or seem'd, well satisfied, 
And back again to France they quickly hied. 



Now, 'twixt those rocks, if speaks my legend true, 
And Jersey's verdant plains, though full in view, 
Such space remain'd, his Reverence thought fit, 
After his voyage, there to rest a bit ; 
Vain hope ! the rocks were sharpen' d at the tips, 
And down their seaweed cov'ring oft he slips. 
While he stood musing in this piteous plight, 
He heard a sound which fill'd him with affright ; 
And turning round, yet more amaz'd, he saw 
What petrified his inmost soul with awe — 
A giant form, in height some twenty feet, 
Lifting his head, and scanning his retreat. 
Straight to the rocks, with wondrous strides, he came, 
With open mouth, and eyes that seem'd on flame. 



120 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

These, with the club he bore, — a naked oak, — 

Extremely impolite intentions spoke. 

Expecting nought but death, if nothing worse, 

Maglorius utter' d thus his with'ring curse : — 

" Now at your door may grass for ever grow ! " 

Then cross'd himself, devoutly bending low. 

The sacred symbol did his ire subdue, 

His pond'rous baton down the monster threw, 

And now, in Irish of the very best, 

He courteously the stranger thus address'd : — 

" Welcome, Sir Priest ! the Druids, murth'rers all, 

" (May ev'ry ill their heathen race befall !) 

" So many Christian priests have slain and eaten, 

" While others they so merciless have beaten, 

" Let me destroy as many as I will, 

" To root them out exceeds my utmost skill ; 

" Just Heav'n has therefore, as it seems to me, 

" To lend me aid, convey'd you o'er the sea." 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 121 

So saying, in his arms the saint he bore 

Into a field contiguous to the shore ; 

A step or two suffic'd this move to make, 

Such mighty strides did his conductor take. 

Meanwhile he thought, but nothing said from fear, 

" Certes, 'tis monstrous aisy trav'lling here ! " 

The giant plac'd Maglorius on the ground, 

Who gasp'd for breath, and look'd bewilder'd round, 

In time to see his huge conductor's form 

Inland receding fast ; when lo ! a storm 

Th' astonish'd Father heard of wailing cries, 

From all the north and east of Jersey rise. 

Then all was silent as the grave once more. 

Now looking sharp about, still musing o'er 

What wonder the next moment might reveal, 

He saw from clumps of oak and hedges steal 

Twelve ancient men, save one, whose robes of snow, 

And sylvan crowns, their Druid priesthood show. 



122 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

Much doubting their design, our saint again 

Began to bless and cross his brow amain ; 

Then to his best of friends, himself, quoth he, 

" 'Tis Druid's meat that you're design'd to be ; 

" But first they needs must kill me, anyhow, 

" Which they no easy task shall find, I vow." 

As when, 'mid jungles wild, by Ganges' stream, 

The trav'ller sees two fiery eyeballs gleam 

From some fierce tiger, crouching for his prey, 

And wildly shouts to drive the beast away, — 

E'en so Maglorius, with sudden spring, 

Utter'd a cry that made the welkin ring. 

Nor sword, nor murd'rous baton, did he bear, 

For Priests should ne'er such carnal weapons wear ; 

But, taking a position of defence, 

He dar'd the infidels to drive him thence. 

But no uneasiness need he have felt, 

All trembling, at his feet they humbly knelt ; 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 123 

With tears and groans, with reverence and awe, 

Utter'd their prayers, and kiss'd the cross he bore. 

Now what they said might all be just and good, 

But not a word Maglorius understood. 

In this extreme, he tried that ancient tongue 

In which Virgilius so sweetly sung ; 

Or Tullius, while admiring thousands heard, 

The Romans oft to deeds of prowess stirr'd ; 

By Caesar to his fav'rite Island brought, 

And to its semibarb'rous natives taught. 

" Can't ye speak Latin ? " sage Maglorius cried ; 

In Latin quick the Druid priests replied ; 

Then made confession of their errors past, 

And the dark shadows o'er their future cast; 

Told of the Christian priests their hands had slain, 

And wept that nought could cleanse that crimson stain ; 

Narrated how that monster huge was sent, 

By some high pow'r, for their just punishment ; 



124 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

And how such vengeance had the giant ta'en, 

That few indeed of Druid race remain.. 

Thought he, " 'Tis well," but would not silence break, 

Nor could he say so for politeness' sake ; 

Yet when, at length, their wishes he inquir'd, 

Deliv'rance from the monster they desir'd, 

And promis'd, all unask'd, if this were done, 

They'd turn good Christian clergy ev'ry one. 

" Good," cried Maglorius, then a moment thought : 

" Now let a dozen spades at once be brought." 

Promptly the Druids his command obey'd ; 

A holy cross adorn'd the Father's spade. 

At once the saint began to move the turf, 

At times invaded by the spring-tide surf; 

Resolv'd, in this good work, to do his part, 

And what force could not, to effect by art. 

" Now dig, ye heathen dogs ! " Maglorius cried ; 

They understood, and ev'ry sinew plied. 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 125 

They dug all day, nor ceas'd their toil at night ; 
And when, from Ocean's bed, Aurora bright, 
With roseate hues, arose to banish sleep, 
She look'd upon a pit so wondrous deep, 
It scarcely seem'd as if one cheering ray 
To its remotest depths could find its way. 
This task accomplish' d, as the Father bade, 
Long sticks of osier were transversely laid, 
On which the saint himself, with caution, plac'd 
The velvet sod which erst the pasture grac'd ; 
Indeed, with such exactness 'twas restor'd, 
The keenest sight deceit or fraud ignor'd. 



Now, though with pow'rs miraculous endow'd, 
Exhausted nature's claims the priest allow'd, 
And urg'd the Druids, with a plenteous store, 
Their faithful friend to follow to the shore. 



126 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

There, on a rock deserted by the tide, 
Maglorius sat, the portions to divide ; 
The while the heathens, with averted head, 
Look to the north, half paralyz'd with dread. 
But ere or bit, or drop, their lips had press'd, 
They heard an awful roaring in the west, 
And soon the Druids saw, in dire dismay, 
The hated monster making rapid way ; 
While, as he gaily tripp'd along the shore, 
Two hapless Druids' heads he kick'd before. 
Adown the rock the frighten'd Pagans roll'd, 
At this most fearful sight, while Patrick, bold 
In conscious innocence, sat undismay'd, 
And dauntless intrepidity display 'd. 
" Eating with heathens ! " — with that cool address 
Which, to this day, fair Erin's sons possess, — 
He to the monster's challenge quick replies : 
" No, but these Pagan dogs, who would be wise, 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 127 

" Have dar'd your Highness' prowess to blaspheme, 

" And swear that, pow'rful as your shoulders seem, 

" They'll bet me half the Isle, should you essay 

" This rock to carry in your arms away 

" To yonder hill, Verclut by heathens call'd, 

" Your strength would fail." By this his pride was gall'd, 

And, scatt'ring right and left the priests profane, 

He lifted up the rock in high disdain, 

And, dandled in his arms, with equal ease, 

As mothers do their infant charge to please. 

Then onward, at his wont, the giant strode 

With speed scarce lessen' d by the mighty load. 

Meanwhile, with agile step, Maglorius went 

Across the field where he the night had spent, 

And where conceal'd the dang'rous pitfall lay, 

Inviting him to take the shortest way ; 

Well knowing, in that path, with greatest care, 

No mortal could avoid the deadly snare. 



128 ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

" By the Welsh mountains, which in Ireland he, 

" 'Tis heavy, Father Patrick !" then quoth he ; 

" And when these heathens have their wager lost, 

"Of my great labour they shall know the cost." 

So saying, to the shore his face he turn'd; 

His frame with toil, — his breast with anger burn'd ; 

He saw the Druids following in his wake, 

And, stepping back, a deadly aim to take, 

To his confusion and surprise, he found 

Himself descending fast beneath the ground. 

Into the pitfall, made the night before, 

The monster fell, and fell to rise no more ; 

While the huge rock, which he would fain have thrown, 

Roll'd o'er his head, form'd his sepulchral stone. 

A deaf'ning shout the neighb'ring hills rebound, 

The quaking Pagans echo back the sound ; 

Yet with the Priest's compar'd their voice no more 

Than jackal's howlings to the lion's roar. 



ST. MAGLORIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 129 

Maglorius then, as a thankoff'ring due, 

A holy cross, and book, plac'd full in view. 

A few faint struggles, and a long-drawn breath, 

Rose from that tomb, and all was still as death. 

The Druids knelt before the sacred sign, 

Which long continued as a pilgrim's shrine, 

Willing, and eager, now their oaks to leave, 

And sober Christianity receive, 

And linguists to become, by that same token, 

By learning English, as in Ireland spoken. 

And there that very rock still marks the dead — 

Though since that period countless years have fled— 

Which from the monster's arms that morning fell, 

Remaining still, the wondrous tale to tell. 



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THE 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN 



A LEGEND OF SERK. 



TTAIL, beauteous Serk ! whose deep resounding caves 

For ever echo with th' Atlantic waves, 

Whose noble cliffs seem fain to reach the skies, 

From whose dark side th' affrighted sea-bird flies. 

Tremendous rocks, as if asunder riv'n 

From their foundations, by the bolts of heaven, 

Along the shore in wild confusion lay, 

Or span with Gothic arch some shelter'd bay. 

And then, within, how peaceful is the scene ! 

What lovely vales repose the hills between ! 

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132 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

Hills, where the purple heath, and brier-rose, 
By nature nurs'd, in wild luxuriance grows. 



Now pass we on to some secluded cot, 
And view the tenants of the charming spot ; 
But here, alas! how little may we find 
Which bears the impress of th' eternal mind, 
Where, unenlighten'd by religion's ray, 
All superstitions dark bear sov' reign sway ; 
Or else, perchance, the fiercer passions low'r, 
And, serpent-like, their inward peace devour. 



Philip De Cart'ret once was brave and free, 
A bold and skilful mariner was he : 
From the first Seigneur his descent he trac'd, 
And was with ev'ry manly virtue grac'd : 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 133 

For he it was, knew better far than most, 
To stem the currents of that dang'rous coast ; 
None, with a steadier hand, the helm could guide, 
Or mark, with keener eye, the varying tide. 
His cottage, perch' d upon a rocky height, 
Commands of Havre Gosselin a sight ; 
A lovely bay, though then but little known, 
The cliffs accessible by ropes alone. 



Here Philip dwelt for many a happy year ; 
Contentment did his daily labour cheer : 
By tender wife, and only son, caress' d, 
He deem'd himself, indeed, most fully bless'd. 
And bless'd was he, till, on a luckless day, 
Some reckless spirits turn'd his steps astray, 
Seeking, with fiendlike malice, to ensnare 
And blast the happiness they could not share. 



134 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN, 

The men of Serk their ceaseless labours ply 
Midst stormy seas to catch the finny fry ; 
And from the num'rous shoals thus daily caught, 
To Sarnia's mart the choicest kinds are brought. 
And now De Cart'ret there much longer stay'd 
Than needful seem'd for purposes of trade. 
'T was said that evil customs he had learn'd, 
While patient industry was madly spurn'd. 
No longer was his cheerful whistle heard 
Scaring from heathry nest the timid bird ; 
But gloomy, and reserved, he oft would roam, 
And soon, almost a stranger, seem'd at home ; 
Nor yet, unfrequently, would he resort, 
Careless of duty, to St. Peter Port. 
So long, indeed, his absence grew at length, 
That evil rumours gain'd increasing strength. 
No more he came his Judith's heart to cheer ; 
Month after month no tidings could she hear, 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 135 

Although her eyes almost with watching fail, 
While, day and night, she sought his bright red sail ; 
And when a long, long year had pass'd alone, 
She felt a widow, and her hope was gone. 



But not unpitied did the mourner go : 

Her neighbours unaffected kindness show ; 

The garden flourished 'neath her skilful hand ; 

The "vraic," with which she so enrich'd her land, 

Was by the nearest cottar cut and stack' d, 

And no supply the so-call'd widow lack'd ; 

With her the peasants would their substance share 

More cheerfully than those who best could spare. 



Her little Helier was a gentle child, 
Tall of his age, intelligent, and mild ; 



136 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELLN. 

In wild luxuriance, left to nature's care, 

O'er his fine forehead curl'd his rich brown hair : 

Deep lashes fring'd his eyes of softest blue ; 

Slight was his frame ; his cheeks of pallid hue. 

His chief companion was a little maid, 

With whom o'er heath-clad hills he often stray'd; 

The lively girl was Marion Vaudin call'd, 

Whose eyes of jet his very soul enthrall'd ; 

Nor heeded she, for Helier's sake, the jeer, 

Half jest, half earnest, she was doom'd to hear. 



One ev'ning, when the boy was nine years old, 
Judith had been her little flock to fold ; 
Returning o'er the common, in the bay 
A bark she notic'd which at anchor lay ; 
She paus'd — it such a strong resemblance bore 
To one she ventur'd to expect no more: 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 137 

She almost hop'd, yet scarce believ'd it true, 
Till, bounding o'er the fence, her Philip flew. 
She car'd not now of his late haunts to ask, 
Hers was the tender wife's more grateful task ; 
Her long-lost husband joyful to receive, 
She heeded not o'er sorrows past to grieve. 



The neighbours throng' d to give him welcome meet, 

With kind inquiries they the wand'rer greet; 

But, disappointed, found him ill inclin'd 

To broach the secret to his breast confin'd ; 

And this reserve impatiently they brook, 

But Judith ne'er complain'd by word or look. 

Philip abstracted now, and shy, was grown, 

And seem'd intent on gath'ring pelf alone ; 

Seldom he labour'd, or on sea or shore, 

Yet still increasing comforts swell'd his store : 



138 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

The ways and means none knew ; but crones admire, 

And dark suspicions ev'ry breast inspire. 

'T was whisper 'd that this rest from toil by day 

Serv'd but to fit him for the midnight fray : 

A fisherman, in troth, had often seen 

Philip with strangers leagued, of lawless mien, 

While, in his honest occupation, he 

Skimm'd by the cliffs that skirt the foaming sea. 

One ancient dame declar'd she could descry 

In Phil De Carteret the evil eye ; 

That whensoever he her threshold cross'd 

Her brain turn'd dizzy — she was almost lost ; 

And often, to her knowledge, as he walk'd, 

In a strange tongue, with mutt'ring tones he talk'd. 

Symptoms like these suffic'd to fright them all, 

And much their superstitious minds appal. 

Soon then, in common talk, he came to be 

A serf of his Satanic Majesty ; 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELLN. 139 

And Havre Goss'lin, — such was its disgrace, — 
Was shunn'd by many as an evil place. 



De Cart'ret, conscious of this evil fame, 
More abstract daily, and morose, became. 
His wife and child most keenly felt the change, 
His whole demeanour, fitful, harsh, and strange ; 
His silence chill' d, — his orders made afraid ; 
All intercourse with neighbours he forbade ; 
And Helier, who a father's love should share, 
Was deem'd a " chit," not worth a father's care. 



No common child was he, and, as he grew 
In stature, he advanc'd in wisdom too. 
Intelligent, and studious, soon he gain'd 
Whate'er at parish school might be obtain'd. 



140 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

The minister's approving eye was won, 

Who, when the usual dull routine was done, 

Free access gave to various books ; and now 

Each day might he be seen, with thoughtful brow, 

By the old pastor guided, to explore 

Of ages past the intellectual store. 

Bereft, alas ! of all domestic joy, 

Sadder, and paler, grew the pensive boy ; 

His parent he beheld both shunn'd and fear'd ; 

E'en little Marion alarm'd appear'd, 

When, o'er the heath, together they would stray, 

Should his dark scowling figure cross their way. 

Oft, when returning to his cheerless home, 

As by some neighb'ring cottage he would roam, 

He heard the merry peals of laughter sound 

From happy groups, the table seated round, 

While blaz'd aloft the faggot's cheerful light, — 

With scalding tears he'd turn him from the sight. 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 141 

His happiest hours were those with Marion pass'd, 
Amongst the hills, when she aside would cast, 
Wearied with play, her store of broken shells, 
Or wild flowers gather'd from the leafy dells, 
And listen long, with animated look, 
To legends gather'd from some fav'rite book. 
Sometimes would they the rugged cliff descend, 
And, to some sea- wrought cave, their footsteps bend, 
And there, with swelling hearts, their voices raise, 
Joyful to sing their ev'ning hymn of praise, 
Which, mingling with the music of the waves, 
In murmurs died, amid the echoing caves. 



Thus pass'd their childhood. Years had roll'd away, 
When, near the close of a calm autumn day, 
A little bark came bounding o'er the main, 
And Helier sought his native Isle again. 



142 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

Long had he travell'd, many sights had seen, 

Since, from those sea-girt rocks, he'd absent been ; 

But home ! sweet home ! there's magic in the sound ! 

What potent spells the sacred spot surround ! 

In paths of sin the prodigal may roam, 

Without, perchance, one single thought of home ; 

And, deaf to Reason's, and Religion's, voice, 

In sensual pleasures, bid his soul rejoice ; 

Let but this word be whisper'd in his ear, 

That instant starts the penitential tear, 

For there, in Mem'ry's glass, the wand'rer sees 

The fair-hair'd prattlers on the mother's knees ; 

While she, on strength divine depending, tries 

Her infant charge to nurture for the skies. 



Though often sorrowful had been his lot, 
Yet Helier lov'd each well-remember'd spot. 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 143 

There was the cave, where he with Marion sat, 
Cheating the tedious hours with lively chat ; 
There was the meadow, where they often play'd, 
The garden there, where his first footsteps stray'd ; 
The breakers' foam still dash'd against the shore, 
And all the scene seem'd fresh as years before. 
He grasp'd the pendant rope, and upward sprung, 
As he was us'd to do when he was young. 



On the tall cliff that overlooks the bay, 
Illumin'd by the sun's departing ray, 
Might Helier be seen, that eventide, 
A dark-ey'd maiden trembling at his side, 
And watching o'er the sea the ev'ning gale 
Propitious swell the fisher's snow-white sail. 
But chief was Marion's admiring gaze 
Fix'd on the playmate of her childish days ; 



144 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

By high intelligence, and sterling worth, 
Rais'd to a station far beyond his birth ; 
Of fine proportions, elegant, and tall, 
And gentle, and affectionate, withal. 
After long years of absence, there was he, 
Whisp'ring such hopes of bright futurity, 
Such vows of love, so ardently renew'd, 
As charm'd her heart, and ev'ry fear subdu'd. 
The night stole on, — a calm and lovely night ; 
The full-orb'd moon shed forth a silv'ry light 
O'er all the scene ; the breeze had died away, 
And scarce a ripple stirr'd the peaceful bay. 



From Marion parted, o'er the old hearth-stone 
Did Helier and his mother sit alone. 
Much talk had they of scenes remember'd well, 
And each had much to hear, and much to tell ; 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 145 

And, ere the joyful mother bless'd her son, 
That memorable day its course had run. 
Night, oft refreshing, brought for him no rest, 
Such strange emotions agitate his breast. 
Resolv'd, at length, 'mid his old haunts to stray 
By the still moonlight, — till the break of day, 
By fancy led, he wander' d to the shore, 
And long he listen'd to the billows' roar. 
Indulging in a blissful waking dream, 
Startled, he saw a light at distance gleam ; 
Breathless, he watch'd to see from whence it came,— 
No phantom this, it burnt a steady flame ; 
And now, half lost in wonder, half in fear, 
The sound of human voices met his ear. 



Daring by nature, in a moment more 

His unmoor'd boat was gliding from the shore ; 



146 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

Determin'd each secluded nook to scan, 

And penetrate the secret haunts of man. 

Beneath the rocks, secreted in the dark, 

At anchor lay a rakish-looking bark ; 

But nought of life on board appear' d to stir, 

Save the low growling of a watchful cur. 

The cave he reach'd, borne onward by the tide, 

The light within illum'd its sparry side. 

Intense anxiety now fill'd his breast ; 

He paus'd, with sense of coming ills oppress'd. 

As he the cavern's furthest angle turn'd, 

A smugglers' feast, by torchlight, he discern'd, 

And, for the leader of that savage crew, 

The son, to his dismay, his father knew. 

Unnerv'd, the oar dropp'd from his pow'rless hand, 

And, ere he could his scatter'd thoughts command, 

He found himself amid the lawless band. 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 14' 

Amaz'd he stood : De Cart'ret, flush'd with wine, 

His advent hail'd as matter of design ; 

Claim'd for him in their midst the highest place, 

And prais'd his courage and his manly grace. 

Half stupified, to this they all agree, 

And a replenish' d gohlet taste with glee ; 

Each half-cock'd pistol now was laid aside, 

And Helier welcom'd with a comrade's pride. 

" Never, oh never ! let me hence depart," 

Cried he, appealing to a father's heart. 

" Fool ! 'tis too late," De Cart'ret did reply ; 

" Tis yours to taste the proffer'd bowl, or die. 

" Away with canting tones, — come, Helier, come, 

" And drink success to those who gaily roam 

" In quest of plunder o'er the deep blue sea, 

" For sure no life is as the rover's free. 

" That gallant band you dread, I dare to say, 

" Who scare the gulls from Havre Goss'lin's bay, 

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148 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

" And wonder much perchance, my son, at me, 
" Whom all our simple neighbours shun to see, 
" And fear not less, for, by my silence aw'd, 
" They thought me leagued with the Infernal Lord ; 
" And in a sense perchance the fools were right ; — 
" But, drink, boy, drink, and in our service fight/' 
" Father, I will not," firm the youth replied ; 
" Than meet you here, I better far had died. 
" Oh save me, Father, from this horrid crew ! " 
And as he spoke with backward steps withdrew. 
In vain, — the smugglers seiz'd him as before, 
And twenty lifted dirks against him bore. 
They brand him as a traitor or a spy, 
And he must cast his lot with them, or die. 
With these incarnate fiends he vainly pleads, 
Till, for his son, De Cart'ret intercedes ; 
He pledg'd himself their wishes to fulfil, 
And left the cave to bend him to his will. 



SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 149 

The fresh'ning air had cool'd young Helier's brow, 

And he recall'd his scatter'd senses now ; 

Long silence follow' d, which the young man broke, 

While softly, and beseechingly, he spoke : — 

" Our home, dear Father, with your presence cheer ; 

" Since last we met, 'tis many a tedious year. 

" As I to-day regain' d my native shore, 

" I long'd to see you as in days of yore ; 

" Contented, in our peaceful cot to dwell, 

" What joy 'twould give us both, no tongue can tell. 

" Father, come back, — God cannot bless you here, — 

" And let oblivion seal this night of fear." 

" Hold, Helier, hold ! " the furious father cried ; 

" 'Tis your return, not mine, we must decide. 

" Should you refuse, I cannot save you now ; 

" Death to the traitor ! is the smuggler's vow." 

Once more did Helier speak in soothing strain, 

But tried each mild persuasive all in vain. 



150 SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

When to the cave he still refus'd to go, 

Th' excited father aim'd a sudden blow ; 

The youth fell stunn'd, and deep beneath the wave, 

'Midst sunken rocks, he found a wat'ry grave. 

Meanwhile De Cart'ret cried, in wild alarm, 

" Come back, my boy ! the blow design'd no harm." 

But ah! no voice responded to the call, 

And sadly on his ear the echoes fall. 

Wildly he shouts, — his comrades round him press, 

Amaz'd to see his agony's excess. 

He div'd beneath the flood, but all in vain, 

For Helier's body ne'er was seen again. 

The fainting man they to his cottage bore, . 

But soon he left it to return no more. 

So perish'd he in all his manhood's prime, 

Who sank so low in infamy and crime. 

For Judith, nought remain'd but years of gloom, 

But Marion's grief found refuge in the tomb. 



GAULTIEK DE LA SALLE. 



AN HISTORICAL TRADITION OF GUERNSEY. 



WHEN the First Edward over Albion reign'd, 

Whose sword with Cambria's choicest blood was 
stain'd — 

Her valiant children proving all too strong, 
Till, from the heights, were hurl'd the sons of song- 
There rul'd o'er Sarnia's distant States, the while, 
A Bailiff, long the tyrant of the Isle ; 
Of Gaultier de la Salle he bore the name, 
And still in mem'ry lives his evil fame. 
Not far from town he own'd a stately hall, 
Which yet the Ville au Roi Estate they call ; 



152 GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 

And which, though now fast hast'ning to decay, 
Strong impress bears of glories pass'd away. 
Though he of wealth an ample store possess'd, 
Benevolence was stranger to his breast ; 
And, envious ever of his neighbours' weal, 
To Pity's call his harden'd heart would steel. 



Near to the Hall a humble cottage stood, 
Its tenant blithe, industrious, and good ; 
Massey his name, who long, with patient toil, 
Had occupied the patrimonial soil ; 
And, poor esteem'd, yet rich in spotless fame, 
His fortune-favour' d neighbour put to shame. 
He, to a well which at some distance lay, 
O'er Gaultier's fields enjoy'd a right of way ; 
This privilege the rich man took but ill, 
And deep resentment did his bosom fill. 



GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 153 

Poor Massey's overthrow intent to gain, 

All legal means he tried, — but tried in vain. 

At length a thought, of cruelty refin'd, 

Most diabolical, possess'd his mind. 

Our legend tells that, in this barb'rous time, 

The slightest theft was deem'd a mortal crime ; 

So, having hid, a rick of wheat within, 

Two silver cups, accus'd him of the sin. 

Seiz d, and imprison'd in a dungeon drear, 

Yet inly comforted, — his conscience clear, — 

Did Massey now a helpless captive lay, 

Till many a weary week had pass'd away. 



At length the time arriv'd to seal his fate, 
A vast assemblage throng'd the Hall of State ; 
Th' accuser's rank, and station in the Court, 
With the poor pris'ner's previous fair report, 



154 GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 

More int'rest rais'd than any common cause 

Brought in defence of violated laws. 

All seem'd against the captive to conspire ; 

'Twas fearful odds to rouse a Bailiff's ire, 

And dauntless must they be who could withhold 

Their prompt obedience from a Bailiff's gold. 

To serve his purpose, nought the plaintiff scorn'd : 

Two witnesses, by Gaultier suborn'd, 

Declar'd, with all asseveration due, 

The charge against the pris'ner to be true. 

'Twere useless now his innocence to plead ; 

His enemy, too surely, must succeed. 

Yet who that knew the justice of the case 

But would at once prefer the suff'rer's place? 

Now, through the Court, a breathless silence reign'd, 

All seem'd, by feeling, to the spot enchain'd ; 

The Jurats twelve prepare, with one accord, 

The awful sentence duly to record. 



GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 155 

But hark ! approaching footsteps now are heard, 
The sentence, for a time, is straight deferred, 
And ev'ry eye seeks wistfully the door ; — 
Aloft, the long-lost cups a lab'rer bore — 
"They're found, they're found!" with breathless 
haste he cries, 

'Mid universal murmurs of surprise. 

And now, recover'd his exhausted strength, 

This counter-evidence he gave at length ; 

While stillness all pervades, as if of death, 

And ev'ry Jurat seem'd to hold his breath : — 

" Messieurs, attend ; while we this morning bore, 

" Into the barn, the harvest's plenteous store, 

" And, right and left, the yellow sheaves divide, 

" These treasures, in the centre, we espied, 

" And, lest the guiltless should to death be brought, 

" We deem'd it best to hasten to the Court." 



156 GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 

" Fool that thou art ! " the furious Bailiff said, 

" Why hast thou thus my mandate disobey'd ? 

" Thou know'st full well I warn'd thee not to touch 

" That rick ; " — he paus'd, for he had said too much. 

But 'twas too late his language to recall, 

For indignation murmur'd through the hall. 

All eyes were on the guilty tyrant turn'd, 

While in their looks his sentence he discern'd. 

The Jurats soon pronounc'd the fearful doom, 

Design'd on Massey's guiltless head to come : 

" On gallows-tree, thou Bailiff false and base, 

'' Shalt thou be hung, and die in foul disgrace." 

The sentence pass'd, the forfeit quick succeeds ; 

An angry mob to execution leads ; 

The trembling wretch, aw'd into penitence, 

Humbly acknowledges his dark offence ; 

While the just judgment on a tyrant's rage 

Leaves its sad warning to a distant age. 



LA HOUGUE BIE 



A LEGEND OF JERSEY. 



TN days of yore, when many a valiant knight, 
For "ladye fayre," or public weal, would fight, 
A rumour throughout Normandy was spread, 
That a huge serpent fill'd this Isle with dread, 
And did the Cesareans so annoy, 
Hambye resolv'd the monster to destroy ; 
Hoping, by this exploit, to have his name 
For aye recorded on the roll of Fame. 
In vain did Cartera, his lovely bride, 
Exert her eloquence to turn aside, 



158 LA HOUGUE BIE. 

From this wild enterprise, her noble lord ; 

Who vow'd, while he could wield his good broad sword, 

Such devastations he would never brook ; 

And, as it prov'd, a lasting farewell took 

Of his fair dame, who saw, with bleeding heart, 

With one attendant page her lord depart. 

She watch'd his bark receding from the shore, 

With streaming eyes, till she could see no more. 

Then, to her secret bow'r, her steps she bends, 

And him, in earnest pray'r, to Heav'n commends. 



Meanwhile the knight, inur'd to val'rous deeds, 
In his benevolent emprise succeeds : 
He lands, — and soon the dreaded serpent slays, 
But ne'er shall he enjoy the conqu'ror's bays. 
His page, whom he so faithful had believ'd, 
A passion for his mistress had conceiv'd ; 



LA HOUGUE BIE. 159 

And o'er his princely master's fair domain 

An envious eye had cast long time in vain. 

" I'll slay him now," thought he, " his bones conceal, 

" And dead men's lips no secret can reveal." 

Thus, while exhausted by the fight he lay, 

The faithless servant took his life away ; 

The corpse he buried, and return'd once more, 

With well-feign'd sorrow, to his native shore. 



Meanwhile the lady woo'd each fav'ring breeze 

To waft her absent hero o'er the seas. 

Her castle, built upon a rocky height, 

Of Jersey's northern shore commands a sight ; 

And from its topmost turret oft would she 

Impatient scan the intervening sea, 

Oft wond'ring what should cause his long delay,— 

Minutes seem'd hours, her dear Lord away, — 



160 LA HOUGUE BIE. 

And when at length his snow-white sail she knew, 

And streaming pennant, to the shore she flew, 

Eager a loving welcome to bestow — 

With strong emotion did her bosom glow. 

Ah ! sad reverse ! The servant promptly said, 

" Know by this signet that thy Lord is dead!" 

Then, and oft after, would the wretch relate 

His much-lov'd master's simulated fate; — 

How he was wounded by the serpent sore, 

And cheerfully his dying witness bore 

To his fidelity, and wish'd that he 

Might by the Lady's hand rewarded be. 

So far did this dissimulation go, 

That she at length believ'd 'twas even so ; 

And when a reasonable time had fled 

Since her dear Lord was number'd with the dead, 

Complied with what she deem'd his last request, 

And thus her constancy of love express'd. 



LA HOUGUE BIE. 161 

The voice of conscience, hark ! how loud it speaks, 

E'en through the stillness of the night it breaks ; 

It haunts the sinner's dreams, nor with the light 

Departs, but constantly before his sight 

Presents his heinous crimes. No splendid fief, 

Nor wealth increasing, gives that soul relief; 

And so did this most treach'rous servant find, 

While secret deeds of blood oppress'd his mind. 

His troubled thoughts, e'en while in slumbers bound, 

By incoherent words, expression found : 

" Ah, miserable man ! " he oft would say, 

" How could I ever dare my lord to slay ? " 

Wakeful the lady lay, depriv'd of rest ; 

Sad thoughts of the departed fill'd her breast ; 

She told him of each self-accusing word, 

Which she, from his unconscious lips, had heard : 

His guilty cheeks assum'd a pallid hue, 

Stronger, and stronger, her suspicions grew, 

And he at length confess'd 'twas all' too true. 



162 LA HOUGUE BIE. 

Soon, by the officers of justice seiz'd, 
He with his life the injur'd law appeas'd 



Joyful from such a monster to escape, 

A very fiend, indeed, in human shape, 

She caus'd upon the consecrated mound, 

Where Hambye's murder'd corpse sepulture found, 

A chapel to the Virgin to be rear'd, 

Which by the Jerseymen is much rever'd, 

Surmounted by a tow'r so wondrous high, 

She from her castle could its top descry. 

Here costly off 'rings to the shrine were brought ; 

And by the superstitious it was thought, 

(Such frequent visits did the dame bestow,) 

The Virgin deign'd herself at times to show ; 

And many a parting spirit, ere it fled, 

For its clay tenement, here sought a bed. 



LA IIOUGUE BIE, 163 

Still does this monument of love remain, 
Nor may it crumble into dust again, 
Till Csesarea's self shall cease to be 
A little gem, set in the deep blue sea ! 



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THE DOMAILLERIE. 



A LEGEND OP GUERNSEY. 



BENEATH the shadow of an ancient wood, 
Some years ago, a lonely cottage stood ; 
Of which, and of the neighb'ring Holy Well, 
A strange, mysterious tale, the peasants tell. 
That cottage now the traveller will find 
A ruin'd heap, with ivy bands entwin'd. 
A fence of poplars did the garden bound, 
And tangled evergreens well fenc'd it round 
From vulgar gaze, although, with searching eye, 
The natives sought its tenants to descry. 



166 THE DOMAILLERIE. 

An antique stranger, — Margery by name, — 

There made her sojourn, but from whence she came, 

Or why preferr'd in Sarnia's Isle to dwell, 

Was more than all the gossip's art could telL 

Her tall, forbidding, form, her neighbours saw 

With mingled curiosity and awe ; 

From 'neath a bonnet, marvellously shap'd, 

Fierce glances oft, from her dark eyes, escap'd. 

Long raven tresses, grizzled o'er with time, 

Suggested Andalusia's sunny clime 

Her place of birth ; but, as was said before, 

The neighbours only could surmise, — no more. 

The language was to her an unknown tongue, 

While yet, in foreign strains, she sometimes sung. 

When first she reach'd this hospitable shore, 
She might have pass'd some fifty years or more. 
Her sole companion was a little child, 
Whose prattle oft her solitude begun" d ; 



THE DOMAILLERIE. 167 

Her grandchild was she call'd, — of fairy form, 
Tow'rds whom alone the woman's heart was warm ; 
Nor was this love less ardently return' d : 
The child all infantile amusements spurn'd, 
Contented with the matron to abide, 
And willing all the world to leave beside. 
Since none their threshold cross'd by night or day, 
'Twere vain to guess, and rasher still to say, 
How they subsisted ; but 'twas sagely thought, 
Since the strange woman no employment sought, 
And Effie flourish' d on the very best, 
That doubtless they a secret store possess'd. 
Though curiosity in vain essay' d 
Their self-impos'd retirement to invade, 
Whether, assembled on the fern-spread couch,* 
They sit, or round the Christmas embers crouch, 

* Lit de fouaille— the green bed — a rural sofa, common in every 
Guernsey house ; composed of the green leaves of the fern in sum- 
mer, and dried pea-stalks in winter. 



168 THE DOMAILLERIE. 

St. Mary's gossips, various plans, devise, 
To turn to certainty each shrewd surmise ; 
In vain, — for Marg'ry's looks approach repel, 
Alarm the timid, and the boldest quell. 



Full sixteen years, at length, had roll'd away, — 
Her raven locks had chang'd their hue to grey, 
While Effie, grown both beautiful and good, 
Was passing into earliest womanhood. 
Old Time with her had dealt more tenderly, 
Moulding her form to loveliest symmetry ; 
He had but mellow'd her complexion fair, 
More deeply cluster'd her fine flaxen hair 
Over her neck and shoulders ; and the while 
Around her lips aye play'd a sunny smile. 
Sure greater contrast never was display'd, 
Than 'twixt the Sibyl and the charming maid : 



THE DOMAILLERIE. 169 

One bold, and haughty, to a high degree, 

The other clad with sweet humility ; 

The dame, by stern misanthropy possess'd, 

While kind affections fill'd the virgin's breast ; 

And though companions never had she made, 

Yet, in her wand'rings through the greenwood shade, 

Her few, kind words, express'd in gentlest tone, 

Made each a neighbour, and all hearts her own. 

Effie was pitied, and almost ador'd, 

While Margery was dreaded, and abhorr'd. 

A fig-tree flourish'd near the cottage door, 

Though there, alas ! it flourishes no more ; 

And 'twas a charming sight at eventide, 

When idle schoolboys watch'd and gossips pried, 

To see the couple seated side by side : 

One arm the dame, caressingly, would place 

Around the maiden, fraught with youthful grace ; 

While, with the other, she a pond'rous tome 

Supported, borne from their far distant home ; 



170 THE DOMAILLERIE. 

And she would read therein, — by turns again 
Striving its hidden meaning to explain 
To her fair listener, whose roseate cheek, 
And beaming eyes, intelligence bespeak ; 
While on the ear arose, as day grew dim, 
Wild, plaintive notes, of Erne's ev'ning hymn. 



A change came o'er the scene ; — and now no more 

That sweet retreat is sacred as before. 

Another voice was heard within the cot, 

And Mary's Well became a trysting spot. 

One told how mantled figures there appear, 

While list'ners shudder at the tale they hear. 

A stranger, once, with Effie had been seen ; 

All wonder'd what the interview could mean. 

By day no trace of him could be obtain'd, 

And months roll'd on, — the myst'ry unexplain'd, — 



THE DOMAILLERIE. 171 

Till one still autumn night, so 'tis averr'd, 

One long, loud, piercing shriek a peasant heard, 

As through the wood his homeward course he took ; 

His stalwart limbs their wonted strength forsook. 

The morning came ; he hasten'd to the spot, - t 

And never was the mournful scene forgot : 

Beside the well, old Margery was found 

On a white stone, which marks the sacred bound ; 

Her hands were clasp'd, her wild, and tearless, eyes 

Struck each beholder with a sad surprise. 

Her cloak half doff'd, her hair, of snowy white, 

Hung loosely o'er her shoulders, — piteous sight ! 

They spoke, — she heeded not ; they call'd her name, 

But no responses from the mourner came. 

They ask'd for Effie ; at that well-known sound, 

The stricken creature look'd bewilder'd round ; 

Then instant shrunk convulsively away, — 

Once recogniz'd, she could no longer stay, 



172 THE DOMAILLERIE. 

But murm'ring sadly, " Lost — love— Effie — lost ! " 
Her sinewy arms, aloft, she madly toss'd ; 
Rush'd to her home, and " Effie " loudly call'd — 
Chain'd to the spot the peasants stood appall'd. 
No more they saw, till, when the morn arose, 
A figure, leaning as in deep repose, 
Was notic'd, and the neighbours, though in fear, 
Approach'd the spectre, nearer, and more near. 
One arm around the sacred stone was cast, — 
A mantle's folds the other clutching fast, 
A well-known face, which none could e'er mistake, 
Almost conceal'd. When they, for kindness' sake, 
Accosted her, and gladly had consol'd, 
'Twas all too late ; that form had long been cold, 
Whose pow'rless hands the mantle held no more ; 
That heart was broken, and its pulse was o'er. 
Those flashing eyes were fix'd, and glassy, now ; 
Death's icy fingers marbled o'er her brow. 



THE DOMAILLERIE. 173 

A haughty spirit, blighted ere its fall, 
In life avoided, — pitied now by all. 

The peasants, sadly, to the cottage bore 

Her stiffen'd corpse ; and on the well-swept floor 

A table stood before an old arm-chair, 

And there was laid that ancient volume rare, 

Within whose pages was a writing plac'd, 

With " Lay me where you find me," neatly trac'd, 

As doubtless this, to her decease, referr'd, 

Beneath the sacred stone she was interr'd ; 

And numbers, mourning her unhappy end, 

Her fun'ral rites religiously attend. 

In perfect order was the cottage found ; 
But myst'ry still did Effie's fate surround ; 
For nought, within the dwelling, met their view, 
Of late events, to give the slightest clue. 



174 THE DOMAILLERIE. 

Perchance, a heap of ashes might contain 

The fatal truth, which now was sought in vain. 

But articles of clothing — none were there ; 

The house was silent, and the wardrobe bare. 

Strange omens these, of some dark deeds behind, 

By terror heighten' d in the public mind. 

Hence, e'en stout-hearted peasants hush'd their song, 

Hereafter, as they pass'd the woods along. 

They view'd, with tim'rous glance, St. Mary's Well, 

And, shunn'd by all, the cottage quickly fell. 

'Tis said that now, at certain hours, is seen 

A figure tall, against that stone, to lean ; 

With muffled cloak, and all with streaming hair, 

Poor Marg'ry's troubled ghost, still wand'ring there ; 

While sounds unearthly, (so the hinds account,) 

Frequent proceed from out the sacred fount. 

None now, to draw its haunted waters, go, 

Nor dare to pluck the flowers, that near it grow. 



ST. GEORGE'S WELL 



A LEGEND OF GUERNSEY. 



ANCE on a time, in Sarnia's Isle, so ancient legends 
tell, 

Hard by the spot, where gurgles up the fam'd St, 
George's Well, 

The patron saints of Ireland, and England, chanced 
to meet, 

And there, as saints like them should do, each did 
the other greet. 



176 ST. GEORGE S WELL. 

" Now, by the pow'rs ! " St. Patrick cried, and 
tipp'd his friend a smile, 

" Brother, the sun sure never shone upon a purtier 
isle ; 

" If not so far from Ireland, a station fine t' would 
make, 

" To which my loving subjects oft, might pilgrimages 
make. 



" But I'll be spaking of the thing, I'll try, at ony 
rate, 

" To sittle down a few good monks upon this fair 
estate." 

" Not quite so fast, good brother ! " did St. George 
impatient cry, 

" The place is well enough, but here, you 've no 
more right than I. 



ST. GEORGE S WELL, 177 

" Our claims are equal, do you see ! " — quoth Patrick, 
" Not a bit ; 

" Pray is it not an island, man ? " — quoth George, 
" Well, what of it ? " 

« Why, thin, I 'm king of Ireland," quoth Pat, 
" and by that token, 

" I 'm of all isles the patron saint " — was e'er such 
logic spoken ? — 



" And Ireland is an island sure, — God's blessing on 
it rest!" 

" Nor less is England," cried St. George, "of which 
I stand possess' d." 

" Sorrow a bit! your learning you've forgotten, I'm 
afraid ; 

" 'Tis join'd to Scotland, sure ; and thus, a continent 
'tis made." 



178 ST. GEORGE S WELL. 

" Well, be it continent or isle," quoth George, who, 
waxing warm, 

And clenching firm his good broad-sword, betray'd 
a gathering storm, 

(More skilful he in use of arms, than books, to his 
disgrace,) 

" You have no earthly right, I vow, or title to the 
place." 



Now saintly smiles had chang'd to frowns, and words 
of peace to fight 

Had turn'd, but for the counsel sage of the good 
shamrock knight. 

" Och ! be it neither thine nor mine," did wily Pat 
exclaim ; 

" Let 's part in pace, our blessings lave, and go the 
way we came. 



ST. GEORGE S WELL. 179 

" For sure 'twould be a burning shame, nay more, 
a crying sin, 

" For champions of the faith to fight, this paceful 
isle within." 

So saying, he his pilgrim staff, prophetical did 
wave, 

And, signing with the cross, he thus his saintly 
blessing gave : — 



" While herbs shall grow, and stately trees well clad 
with verdure stand, 

" No pois'nous reptile shall be found within this 
favour'd land." 

And, if report speak true, it seems from immemorial 
time 

No bloated toad has e'er been known to taint the 
healthful clime. 

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180 ST. GEORGE S WELL, 

Then rose St. George, and smote a stream which near 
the spot did run, 

And up it sprang, a fountain pure, all glist'ning in 
the sun. 

" These streams, while undefil'd they flow, shall 
healing virtue give, 

" And those who drink believingly shall length of 
days receive. 



" They, to the owners of this spot, shall prove a 
blessing rare, 

" Their bread be sure, and, bless'd themselves, shall 
never want an heir." 

They left, and after many a year, and many a weary 
day, 

The tale, from memory of men, had almost pass'd 
away. 



ST. GEORGE S WELL. 181 

It chanc'd the lord of this estate possess'd an only 
son, 

Who by his fond, endearing, wiles, his parents' hearts 
had won : 

Six summers' suns shone brightly o'er this child 
surpassing fair, 

Both beautiful, and bold, and bless'd with mental 
talents rare. 



The boy a feather'd songster own'd, in western islands 
caught, 

Who oft, though unavailingly, its liberty had 
sought : 

But on a luckless morning, when the child to feed 
him went, 

Forth from his open cage he flew, on full enlargement 
bent, 



182 ST. GEORGE S WELL. 

Instant he sought the copse-wood shade, and hopp'd 
from tree to tree, 

And, as a denizen of air, rejoicing to be 
free. 

Andros, in terror, and dismay, the fugitive pur- 
sued, 

Who, not to be again confin'd, did all his wiles 
elude. 



But when the wand'rer wing'd its way, straight to the 
Holy Well, 

And seem'd to plunge beneath the flood, his anguish 
who can tell ? 

With eager, breathless, haste he sought the consecrated 
stream, 

And saw his fav' rite's form display 'd, by Sol's meridian 
beam. 



st. george's well. 183 

To save him from a wat'ry grave, without a moment's 
thought, 

The boy bent forward recklessly, and at the shadow 
caught. 

Now sure that fate must be his own — that only son 
must die ! — 

Ah, no ! St. George watch'd o'er him then, St. George's 
help was nigh. 



A rushing sound arrested him — the glorious knight 
was seen 

That moment, on his charger fleet, amid the copse- 
wood green. 

Rejoic'd was he to see the bird, by the same pow'r 
restrain'd ; 

'Twas singing on the Holy Cross, a willing captive 
gain'd. 



184 ST. GEORGE S WELL. 

Long may that fount untainted be, as is its owner's 
fame, 

And unborn heirs perpetuate his honours and his 
name. 

All hail, St. George ! the fam'd St. George, who 
interpos'd to save 

The house of Guille from mourning o'er their darling's 
early grave. 



NOTES 



THE BATTLE OF MONT DE LA VILLE— THE WHITE HORSE 
—AND THE LADY OF ST, OTJEN. 

As the localities, as well as the characters, referred to in these 
Poems, are the same, we have thought it desirable to offer a few 
explanatory remarks on the times, the persons, and the places, so 
far as they are not sufficiently elucidated by the poems themselves. 
The first and second refer to that troublous period in our history, 
when Margaret of Anjou, the intriguing Queen of Henry VI., had 
treated with Sir Pierre de Breze, Compte de Maulevrier et de la 
Surenne, a Norman nobleman, for the cession of the Channel Islands 
to him and his heirs for ever, to be held independently of the 
English Crown, on condition of his making a descent upon England, 
in defence of the Lancastrian cause, the fortunes of which had been 
rendered desperate by the recent victory of Edward IV. on the field 
of Hexham ; and he had by treachery obtained temporary possession 
of Mont Orgueil Castle. The mutual intercourse between Sir Philip 
De Carteret, and Sir Richard Harleston of Humberstone, Lincoln- 
shire, Vice- Admiral of England, in defence of the Island, cemented 
the union between their families, and led to the marriage of Sir 
Philip's only son to Margaret, Sir Richard's only daughter and sole 
heiress, the heroine of the poem entitled ' The Lady of St, Ouen,' 



186 NOTES. 



Grosnez Castle was strongly fortified by King John, but since the 
period referred to in the poems, it has fallen to decay. St. Ouen's 
Manor House is, with the exception of Trinite, the only relic of 
feudal residences in Jersey. Both these Seigneuries, as well as that 
of Melesche, belonged to the family of De Carteret ; and De Rozel 
to that of Lempriere. The oppressive acts of Matthew Baker, 
Governor of Jersey in the reign of Henry VII. , led to great changes 
in the administration of affairs in that Island. 



THE CAPTURE, IMPRISONMENT, AND ESCAPE OF MESSRS. 
CAREY, DE BEAUVOIR, AND DE HAVILLAND. 

After Sir Peter Osborne, then Governor of Guernsey, had come to 
an open rupture with the inhabitants on account of their adherence 
to the Parliament, the Committee of Lords and Commons appointed 
to watch over the safety of the kingdom forwarded an instrument 
vesting the provisional government of Guernsey, Alderney, and Sark 
in thirteen gentlemen, of whom Peter de Beauvoir des Granges was 
appointed President. This family, now extinct, is one of the most 
ancient in the Island. The families of Carey and De Havilland are 
also of great antiquity, and have distinguished themselves in their 
unwearied efforts for the benefit of the Island. Captain John Bowden, 
whose treachery is described in the following Poem, was afterwards 
high in favour with the House of Stuart. After the accession of 
Charles II., he had the honour of bringing His Majesty to Jersey 
from France in September 1649. 



NOTES. 187 



ST. MAGLOKIUS AND THE DRUIDS. 

The Romans, contrary to their usual custom, mercilessly destroyed 
the Druids of these Islands, probably fearing the influence of their 
Bards upon the minds of the people, of which they had had such 
proof in their attempts for the subjugation of Mona. St. Maglorius 
was the nephew of St. Sampson, to whom, a.d. 550, Childebert, son 
of Clovis, presented the Channel Islands, as an augmentation of his 
small diocese of Dol. He succeeded his uncle in the bishopric ; but, 
animated with a burning zeal for the conversion of the Islanders, he 
resigned it to one of his disciples, and left the Continent for ever. 
He built a monastery in Sark, where he was buried. We think it 
probable that "the monster" describes one who sought the extir- 
pation of the idolaters by fire and sword, rather than their conversion 
by the peaceful influence of the Gospel. 



THE SMUGGLERS OF HAVRE GOSSELIN. 

In consequence of the efforts made by Helier de Carteret, Seigneur 
of St. Ouen, for the improvement of the Island of Sark, it was pre- 
sented to him by Queen Elizabeth. By a deed of grant bearing date 
10th October, 1567, the manor of Beauregard, in the said Island, 
was given to his friend Nicolas Gosselin, Esq., of the Island of 
Guernsey, at a nominal rent of 50 sols sterling per annum. The 
family of Gosselin is of Norman origin, and appears to have been one 
of the first to settle in the Channel Islands. One of its members 
distinguished himself in the defence of Mont Orgueil Castle, in the 
reign of Edward III., and, in return, was presented by that monarch 
with the present armorial bearings of the family. From the cir- 
cumstance of being included in the afore-mentioned grant, the bay 
derives its name of Havre Gosselin. 



188 NOTES. 



GAULTIER DE LA SALLE. 

The records of the Royal Court of Guernsey having been unfortu- 
nately destroyed by fire, about the commencement of the 16th 
century, the tale upon which this Poem is founded must rest alone 
on traditionary evidence. It is still firmly, and very generally, be- 
lieved, and a field forming part of the Ville au Roi estate is still 
called "Le Courtil Massey." The Ville au Roi is situate in the 
immediate vicinity of St. Peter Port. A sculptured granite doorway, 
a granite spiral staircase, and other parts of the building which 
have escaped the ravages of time, would well repay the attention of 
the curious. 



LA HOUGUE BIE. 



" Dangerous serpents," says the Rev. Edward Durell, in his notes 
to his valuable edition of Falle's History of Jersey, "never existed 
in our climate ; and it must have been some hostile chieftain who 
was thus designated, and whom the Lord of Hambye encountered 
and slew. There is nothing improbable in all this ; or that he might 
have been murdered by his attendant under the excitement of the 
irresistible passions of lust and envy." La Hougue Bie is in the 
parish of Grouville, and commands a most extensive view, embracing 
the whole Island, and, in clear weather, the opposite coast of France. 
The name signifies the Tomb of Hambye. 



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